Holy Love made manifest,
Bread for human hearts,
Cup of Life, we daily bless
The graces You impart.
I call to You unworthily,
Elated but abased.
Your Sacred Body, Precious Blood
are veiled in what we taste.
And wretched I, with longing eyes
affixed to monstrance throne,
am begging grace to see Your face.
My dream is You alone.
an original poem by Helena Noel
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