 
			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.