[ArrogantBustard]

The beauty of the vestments, vessels, decorations, icons, are a counterpoint to the apparent plainness of the Consecrated Host, which is in Truth the greatest beauty of all: the very Flesh and Blood, Soul and Divinity of Our Lord Jesus Christ.

All hidden under the appearance of simple, plain white wheat bread.

The miracle of Eucharist, the Humility and Love of God who created us, Who is our Father, Who sent His Son as our Redeemer, Who sends His Holy Ghost to guide us to Holiness, and Who condescends to remain among us truly in the Blessed Sacrament, never ceases to astound me.

Words fail me.

[Knitting A Conundrum]

O Bread of life,
You who offer yourself
to feed this sad, sin-sick world,
who joins us anew,
day after day
the living God
who comes to us in so fragile a form
that even a child may partake,
waiting patiently for those who love him,
waiting patiently to cure our sin-sick souls
with the light of heaven,
O blessed Lord,
I come to you,
unworthy but summoned,
undeserving, but loved.
I long to say,
Feed me, cure me, heal me,
I who have failed you time and again,
Yet when I see you there,
broken, poured out,
waiting for me,
all I can do is fall on my knees
in grief at my imperfection,
in awe of the depths of your love,
and only say
I adore thee,
I love thee,
help me to love thee more.