Mary Gazes upon the Eucharistic Host.

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 our agony,


embracing humanity.

I remembered that dearest loss,

my loss, their gain.

I remember the child nursing

at my breast.

The man who brought

God’s kingdom forth

The king who died

to grant re-birth.

O thou tender, I am cleaved to your side,

My Son, I am amazed,

love Himself, your Godhead,

you hide.


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