Thursday, March 05, 2015

Christ in the Tabernacle

I have not seen your face today.
Where were you?
A hundred others came to pray. 
Where were you?
From out My prison I have gazed
at thousands who have, kneeling praised.
I wanted you.

You had not time?__Oh! so you said.
While My sad Heart in silence bled.
Among Your friends long hours you spent.
While I__ My loving Heart was rent,
in solitude.

I do not like to be alone.
I want you
much more than all the friends you own,
I want you.
Tomorrow you will surely come.
Remember, I am helpless, dumb__

Ah! Could you not one moment spare?

-From Flowers from the Garden of the Precious Blood