(This poem inspired by this teaching: “Christ is the head of the home, the unseen guest of every meal, the silent listener to every conversation.” -anonymous)

*The Risen Christ, the unseen head of every Christian home
And head of every parish home where Christians gather weekly
He’ll welcome back all members if they scatter, flee or roam
As did the Father for his pig-styed son who crawled home meekly

The Risen Christ, the unseen guest of every family meal
He sits at tables flowing over or endowed quite humbly
Inspiring all the rich to share their excess with great zeal
While knowing that they’re feeding Christ by filling tummies grumbly

The Risen Christ, the unseen list’ner to each conversation
May all our words and topics give Him gladness not heart-ache
He laughs and cries with us as we out pour our tribulation
Let gossip never pass our lips, but kind words for His sake

The Risen Christ, the unseen God ‘neath every Catholic steeple
Appearing as plain bread and wine transformed into His Presence
He veils Himself so humbly to transform His haughty people
Who visit Him and feed on Him! Both wealthy folk and peasants

“And no creature is hidden from his sight, but all are naked and exposed to the eyes of him to whom we must give account.” (Hebrews 4:13 ESV)