Eucharistic Meditations
Twenty Nine
- Never was flesh more sacred,
Never was flesh so torn
As that of My dear Master
Who suffered scourge and scorn:
Freed from our three dimensions,
Borne through the Holy Ghost,
Clothed in the simple garment
Of the uplifted Host. - Never was blood more precious,
Never was blood so pure
As that of My dear Saviour
Given forevermore:
Sparkling in golden splendour
Dancing with power and light,
Offered in glad repentance,
Offered in sad delight. - Never was gift so perfect,
Never was gift so fine
As God's dear son exalted,
Alive in bread and wine:
Blessed be the joyful sorrow,
Blessed be the livening pain,
Blessed be the glorious fusion
Of mystery and mundane.