Late at night, when I should be sleeping, I kept wondering “What does Mary think when looking upon the Eucharist?” and of course I had to write some kind of response to myself. Here is what I came up with:
“O Tender flesh that was from my womb formed,
O thou tender, bone of my bone borne.
How can I forget you?
Heart of my heart, only love lifted there.
As on the day of agony, outstretched
I remembered that loss, my loss, their gain.
I remember the child nursing at my breast,
the man who bore God’s Kingdom forth,
the Kind who died to grant re-birth.
O thou tenderest, I am cleaved to your side.
My Son, I am amazed,
Love Himself, your Godhead, you hide.”
-by Rachel Gohlman