On the Solemnity of the Body and Blood of Christ, we re-visit the mystery of Holy Thursday and our Lord's gift of the Eucharist. Above is this year's Holy Thursday Repository. Below is a Poem written many years ago by our Sister Mary Agnes at a time when we had a very small altar in a small monastic choir for our daily adoration.
The Hidden Hearth
When six flickering flames
Gradually hush the quiet noise of intellect.
Beacon home the wandering heart
To rest in You;
When dawn-light eases dark from this room,
Earnest with the stillness of prayer,
These walls become the walls of the world
Over Your house of gold.
Listening, I know Your love is
Greater far than our desire,
Great enough to take the look
Of bread and weakness
To be our food and power.
Godhead gazing from this open door,
You know what destinies hinge
On this hearth fire gathering,
What sparks fly to kindle new fire
Across the face of earth.
What You do to unresisting
Wheat and wine,
O, Work in us.