consecration

 

the gifts have been brought

to the table.

the bread. the wine.

and me.

 

He takes the bread

and breaks it.

the cup, He lifts

and blesses.

He pauses before me.

i tremble.

 

me He does not need to break.

i am already broken.

so many times blessed,

still just ordinary wine.

what can He do

with one such as me?

 

my head bowed,

my eyes closed,

i am lost in unworthiness.

silently, His servant comes,

 laying upon me

the veil of humility.

 

i feel His hands lift me,

tenderly holding me.

and He does something

so unexpected

it takes my breath away.

 

He sings to me.

He sings to my heart

the hymn of espousal –

a hymn i have always known

but never heard –

and my heart sings back.

 

there are no words.

in a piercing moment,

i find myself wedded

to an eternity of wounds.

His wounds.

 o Love – my Love –

o sacred Joy unending…

 

all glory to Him forever.

amen.

 

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On this Feast of St. Thérèse of the Child Jesus, please pray for me, dear friends, that I may follow her on the path to holy surrender.

All thanks and praise to God, for His many gifts…

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