I happened upon this poem when I was browsing through old Eucharistic hymns and prayer cards. It seems like something that would appeal to certain of you – I know I certainly enjoyed it.
I wish I were the little key
That locks Love’s captive in
And who lets Him out to go and free
A stricken heart from sin.
I wish I were the little bell
That tinkles for the Host,
When God comes down each day to dwell
With hearts He loves the most.
I wish I were the chalice fair
That holds the Blood of Love
When every flash lights holy prayer
Upon its way above.
I wish I were the little flower
So near the Host’s sweet face,
Or like the light that half an hour
Burns on the shrine of grace.
I wish I were the altar, where,
As on His Mother’s Breast,
Christ nestles, like a child , fore’er
In Eucharistic rest.
But oh, my God, I wish the most
That my poor heart may be
A home all holy for each Host
That comes in love to me.
Tags: Latin Mass, Liturgy, Orthodoxy at Work
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Gen, that is a lovely poem and lovely photo of Notre Dame in Montreal. Thanks for the day-brightener!
Absolutely beautiful poem!
I love the picture of Notre Dame!