Sonnet

O God who have called us to participate.
In this most sacred supper.
We search aimlessly against our fate.
We are overwhelmed with life’s clutter.

In the Mass of the Lord’s Supper.
The Cardinal was skilfully preaching.
My granddaughter tapped me on the shoulder.
Tired after a days work, I was gently snoring.

But waking, I felt a profound sense of peace.
And of patent understanding.
In my dream I had seen a vision of life given a new lease.
The gentle voice at the Passover supper had been quietly demanding.

But it was in the utter silence of the great Cathedral at the veneration.
That my soul passed at last from all agitation.

Haiku

In utter silence
At the veneration
Comes a sense of peace