Sublime Humility

 

It is enough for me,

That in sublime humility,

Stooping sweet and low,

God descends into my soul,

In the Holy Eucharist.

I need nothing more

Than this.

He calms the raging tempest,

As He sates the yearning,

In my body, heart and soul.

The Food that I receive,

Has power to assuage,

my deepest hunger,

Slake my raging thirst.

I drink from springs,

Of living water,

Flowing from His wounded side,

And then I lie,

In cool green meadows

With my God who satisfies.

This is why

At every Eucharist,

When I have fed

On Bread,

Made of the finest wheat

And drunk the Wine,

Sweeter still than honey

In the comb,

In ecstatic bliss,

I cry,

"It is enough!

I ask no more

Than this."

He is  enough,

He always is,

Jesus Christ,

In the Holy Eucharist. 

Myra D'Souza - 10th July 2016