I await the Bread of Heaven

To feed my hungry soul;

I await the Bread of Heaven

To come and make me full.

Dreams that I have dreamed

Fail for lack of vision

Of the Bread of Heaven

In this earthly living.

Daily I awaken

To the sound of ringing,

Longing for that Day

When down will be descending 

The holy Host of heaven

To my longing lips,

Pursed in expectation

Of that holy kiss. 

I am slow in fasting,

Reluctant to give up

Temporal and terrestrial

Bread for the

Constant and celestial

Host.