I miss everything about the Eucharist.
Its free grace. The ease on my tongue. Your love wrapped in it.
The way You hold me when I do not deserve it.
The entryway to heaven. The gift of peace. The song of redemption.
In all this, I long for you O Lord.
On my knees, I am empty. You are not there.
When I cry out to you, you are not there.
Your body is a song, and I cannot hear the lyrics.
My love seems empty and cold.
I long for you to hold me in your embrace.
My Father, where are you?
My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?
Born of a Spiritual exercise taken from Father Dan’s 3 p.m Good Friday homily. Watch it here.
God was in the staircase today
In my steps
My up and down movement
The paper cup and sugar
God was in my coffee
He was in the room number
And my patterned quilt sitting
neatly on my bed
He was in the train that rolled by at
And at the bar sitting next to me
He was in the wandering beggar that asked for
to get home
My hot shower
He was in the waiter
And the host
And the horribly cooked steak
That I ate anyway
He was my daughter crying last night
That I was not there to hold her
These are the things that make Him
the dying to self to see
It is intimate connection that brings consecration
the entrance into His Kingdom
let me in