Vers une hostie \u00e9norme, au fond d\u2019un large ch\u0153ur,
\nDans un temple b\u00e2ti sur des schistes qui pendent,
\nVoici dix-huit cents ans que les moines ascendent
\nEt jettent vers le Christ tout le sang de leur c\u0153ur.<\/p>\n
Le temple est assis haut, l\u00e0-bas, o\u00f9 rien ne bouge ;
\nDu fond de l\u2019univers, du Z\u00e9nith, du Nadir,
\nOn regarde l\u2019hostie immense resplendir
\nSous le jaillissement d\u2019un grand soleil d\u2019or rouge.<\/p>\n
Et les moines, les saints, les vierges, les martyrs,
\nFoulant \u00e0 pas \u00e9gaux les routes asc\u00e9tiques,
\nS\u2019en viennent l\u00e0, du fond de leurs clo\u00eetres mystiques,
\nS\u2019incendier l\u2019esprit au feu des repentirs :<\/p>\n
Les uns, n\u2019ayant jamais p\u00e9ch\u00e9, portent leur \u00e2me
\nComme un faisceau de lys sur leur manteau brod\u00e9,
\nIls ont le front de calme et d\u2019ardeur inond\u00e9
\nEt dans leurs doigts d\u2019argent ils portent une flamme ;<\/p>\n
Il en est dont les reins se ceinturent d\u2019orties
\nEt qui marchent, hagards, par les sentiers \u00e9troits,
\nLe dos raidi, les flancs creus\u00e9s, les bras en croix,
\nLa bouche effrayamment ouverte aux proph\u00e9ties ;<\/p>\n
D\u2019autres, la gorge s\u00e8che et la poitrine en feu,
\nSont les supplici\u00e9s de je\u00fbne et de pri\u00e8re
\nDont le corps s\u2019\u00e9ternise en des gestes de pierre
\nEt qui dans les d\u00e9serts hurlent apr\u00e8s leur Dieu.<\/p>\n
Et tous s\u2019en vont ainsi, v\u00eatus de larges voiles,
\nComme des marbres blancs qui marcheraient la nuit,
\nQu\u2019il fasse aurore ou soir, une clart\u00e9 les suit
\nEt sur leur front grandi s\u2019arr\u00eatent les \u00e9toiles,<\/p>\n
Et parvenus au temple ouvrant au loin son ch\u0153ur,
\nDans un recourbement d\u2019ogives colossales,
\nIls tombent \u00e0 genoux sur la froideur des dalles
\nEt jettent vers leur Dieu tout le sang de leur c\u0153ur.<\/p>\n
Le sang frappe l\u2019autel et sur terre s\u2019\u00e9panche,
\n\u00c9clabousse de feu les murs \u00e9blouissants,
\nMais quoi qu\u2019ils aient souffert depuis dix-huit cents ans,
\nL\u2019hostie est demeur\u00e9e implacablement blanche.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[200],"poems-book":[680],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[654],"class_list":["post-14822","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-200","poems-book-les-moines","poete-emile-verhaeren"],"yoast_head":"\n