Sequence for Corpus Christi

(in memory of Jacques Asline)

When the soldiers gathered to depart, their commanding officer came forth holding the
monstrance wrapped respectfully in a linen cloth. And, as they proceeded to march back
into the desert wastes, he rode at their head with the Blessed Sacrament exposed upon his
saddle; and, whilst this unique Eucharistic Procession progressed, the sands of the desert,
blown on by the scorching winds of the Sahara, slowly began to cover the grave of Charles
de Foucauld.*

Pulsing bells fill summer heat;

bread is bitter, wine is sweet:
Catholic, but dont find discreet
Sudden monstrance in the street.
Luther didnt like this show
But Foucauld showed the way to go
Having done this, sand like snow
Covered monstrance flung away
In Sahara, miles away. It was

Maybe not his day. Senussi bound

him
hand and feet. Kneeling, his life
incomplete
By one shot became replete
with overtones that lived for Christ
the second act was quite precise :
No-one in two
thousand teen
Could die like this, save in a dream.
In the great saints hundreth year
I fled from church, am drinking
beer
Luther, Charles, my father, all:
No-ones wrong, we all walk tall:
In this life be decent cove,
Give hower ye know it love.
Amen. Alleluia.

*http://www.crisismagazine.com/2014/victim-jihad-life-death-charles-de-foucauld