A Eucharistic Poem written on the occasion of the Feast of Corpus Christi
O Body of my Beloved,
Make my body one with Thine.
O Blood of my Beloved,
Make my blood one with Thine.
O fill me with Thy Body, with Thy Bread Divine.
O fill me with Thy Blood, with Thy Wine Sublime.
O how I hunger my Love; for no bread has ever filled.
O how I thirst my Love; for no wine has ever quenched.
But then there is Thy Body and Thy Blood,
Which whispers and calls out my name:
“Come and taste, come and see,
Come and drink, and delight freely.
For I dreamed of this day,
Before the first dawning sun,
I dreamed of thy kiss and of the touch of thy lips.
O ‘tis the destiny of thy soul,
‘Tis the reason for thy portal mouth:
To taste and consume my Eternal Coal,
My flaming, blazing Heart,
Which pants to melt the iron of thy soul.”
O hear I do through silences veil.
O run I do through winters hail.
O Bridegroom I come,
O Bridegroom I’m here!
My heart it pounds.
My heart it swoons.
Fainting fall- silence:
“O blessed destiny.”
22nd June, 2014