This week’s poem in the Catholic Poetry Room is by Jeffrey Essmann.
Six or Seven Before the Blessed Sacrament
In countless multitudes, we’re told,
the awestruck angels lowly bow
and there their humblest fealty vow
as endless light unfolds.
Just there where in infinity
indwells the Holy Trinity,
they near the God beyond approach
and see that which no sight can claim
no tongue describe, no language name,
no ideation broach.
And here on earth one Friday night
we six or seven blindly…