For my salvation, Lord, this is what you will…
The circle of thorns,
the only crown that we deigned to give you in our wickedness,
pierced into your temples – and you hallowed us.
The iron spikes, with which we nailed you to
the only throne that we deigned to give you in our worldliness,
pierced through your limbs – and you set us free.
. The lance,
the only honor that we deigned to give you in our waywardness,
pierced open your heart – and you saved us.
Hold us within your Sacred Heart, Christ Jesus!
Pour forth your love upon us, O Lord, and help us, by your grace,
to lift up our begging bowls to you, so that you may fill them…
Fill our hearts to overflowing, Lord!
And, in the overflowing,
may we love one another as you love us.
(Prayed when I received Jesus in the Most Blessed Sacrament and my teeth pierced into the Body of Christ…. )
© 2015 Christina Chase
I don't call myself a poet — but the beating of my heart is poetry. I don't call myself a theologian — but the light of my mind seeks the Divine. Who I am is a Child of God, a Divine Creation, a person devoted to being fully human, fully alive.