Citizen of the World
a poem on the Eucharist by Joyce Kilmer
No longer of Him be it said,
“He hath no place to lay His head.”
In every land a constant lamp
flames by his small and mighty camp.
There is no strange and distant place
that is not gladdened by His face.
And every nation kneels to hail
the Splendor shining through its veil.
Cloistered beside the shouting street,
silent, He calls me to His feet.
Imprisoned for His love of me,
He makes my spirit greatly free.
And through my lips that uttered sin
the King of Glory enters in.
For Kilmer the Real Presence of Christ in the Eucharist was the solidifying concept that made the Church universal and made his conversion complete. The flame of the tabernacle lamp was a sign for Kilmer as it is a sign for the Catholic Church that the presence of our Lord in the Eucharist is something no Catholic can be far from without falling into darkness. ~Excerpted from Catholic Men’s Quarterly