Love enwrapped in mystery’s embrace
invading our scattered, listless days
with wondrous wakings to all-as-grace
from God, known as ‘the One who stays.’
Sacred stone, chrism’d face, water and flame of fire,
Word contrite, bold and whispered, healing Ray
of Sunlit joy; ‘thrice-holy’ cry from children’s choir;
slain-Love beckons: before Me your treasures lay:
Wheat crushed-ground, become our daily Bread;
Grape-pressed, bleed of God-life that heals our ills;
Christ-breath broods o’er a family Table, spread
by the Wielder-of-Peace, while fearful water stills.
We eat of God, drink in fear cast out by love;
O Food consuming all, whirling those caught his Gale.
Christ ’round me, within, below and above
shine beauty ‘fore which all other beauties pale!
Thrust me, Lord, into this fractured world to be
your hands, your feet, your voice
that in, with, through I, my fragilest me
you might once-for-all set the captive free.
Ite, Missa est
Lord come now, be our ever-welcomed Guest.