Patricia B. Dunkis

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He began the Consecration of the Host (he had finished the wafers long ago—it was a piece of bread from Maria’s oven); impatience abruptly died away: everything in time became a routine but this—‘Who the day before he suffered took Bread into his holy and venerable hands …’ Whoever moved outside on the forest path, there was no movement here—‘Hoc est enim Corpus Meum.’ He could hear the sigh of breaths released: God was here in the body for the first time in six years. When he raised the Host he could imagine the faces lifted like famished dogs. He began the Consecration of the Wine—in a ...more
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