Meditation on Our Lady of the Eucharist
- Anna Janowski
- Apr 15, 2024
- 1 min read
Our Mother’s one desire: to hold
Her Son close in her arms, to her heart.
But He gives Himself to me, allows me
To hold Him in my mouth, to my heart.
My heart is one with His, so she,
Holding Him close, cradles me.
Her mantle wraps around us both,
I in her lap, and He in me.
Gazing past her face, there lie
The stars, in promised abundancy.
My heart is one with His, so she,
With eyes on Him, gazes at me.
My head lays on her chest, her thumb
With gentle sway caresses my arm.
I rest upon the steady beat,
Her breathing a lullaby of calm.
My heart is one with His, so she,
In pulse with Him, beats with me.
The donkey plods toward our new home,
Our refuge hidden from my face.
But the unity of hearts, of Son
And Mother, is my dwelling place.
My heart is one with His, so she,
At home with Him, is home to me.
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