It was early summer in 1965. I was on vacation. A classmate and I ventured south to Our Lady of Gethsemani Abbey in Bardstown, Kentucky. We joined Thomas Merton, whose book Seeds of Contemplation I had read in my seminary days. We were there to participate in the liturgical celebration of Corpus Christi, the body of Christ. We joined the monks in a procession lead by the abbot, who was holding the monstrance and consecrated host. Today I look for its meaning as my attention focuses on food and I think of all those who went to bed hungry last night. And others who perished from starvation. We are called to respond to hunger today. May our continuing journey on Corpus Christi Day remind us of the beauty and brokenness of our world and what we can do about it.