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

embracing humanity.


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