It's First Friday and the weekend of the Feast of Corpus Christi, and I've had this winter journal entry on my mind today. All praise and all thanksgiving be every moment Thine.
Exposition
Through a glass brightly, the Sun in the luna.
From God’s mouth has gone forth in
righteousness
A Word that shall not return void—
Brother, Lord and Lover to the end of the age—
A consummation none can bear as he is.
Speak to me like a child.
Thanks be for Your gentle veiling,
Seeming grains of wheat offering tenderly
The Light pierced and piercing, outshining
The gold of any monstrance. A polished encirclement
Worthless itself, yet beyond price as
The peek-hole to eternity
Pressed to the white burial shroud over Your chest,
Wild and beating Sacred Heart.---------------
Blessed Sacrament clipart from imgsoup.com
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