Eucharistic Meditations
Twelve
- After the host dissolves, the feeling lingers,
Blood spreading from the heart to toes and fingers:
His body makes my body its own place
His blood suffuses me with healing Grace. - He lives in me, though often like a stranger,
I only seem to call on Him in danger:
Yet He is still in me in spite of sinning,
He always offers me a new beginning. - As seeing me in Him and Him in me
Is truth and not a dry philosophy
I must care for us both in every deed
According to His love and not my need.