Saturday, 17 November 2012

The Feast: A Soul's Awakening

How can my heart contain you, O Beauty so infinite?
How can my constrained soul hold Eternity?
How can a created bear its Creator?

Yet of pure Love, you humbled yourself into bread.
Into a meal Heaven collapses;
imperfect made perfect,
profane made sacred.

Into me you come, into you I come.
You stay in me and I stay in you.
Totally given and fully devoted, the Groom and his Bride.


1 comment:

  1. Wow! Profoundly beautiful. Thank you for sharing!


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