This is a poem I wrote about Celebrating Eucharist On My Birthday at age 67. I hope you enjoy.
While standing at the altar there
Within my mind a sight appeared
Of me when maybe six or eight
Was kneeling in a humble state
Before another altar then
As acolyte with little ken
Of Holy things I knelt before
Or after what the future bore
And yet I know if I could then
I might return there once again
A glimpse of me as priest might see
As there I prayed on bended knee
How strange as I no longer kneel
A metal joint within me hard as steel
Makes such a posture risky pose
And so I stand and so it goes
That more aware I think today
Of sacramental presence sway
Or maybe more affected there
Upon my knees in fervent prayer
Did thrust me through the years to be
The priest with second sight to see