The Hidden hearth

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.