DIALOGUE
A
Word, a Word
Thou,
Lord, didst utter which thy willing handmaid heard
and
infinite, small Life within my own life breathed and stirred.[1]
A
blessed space
my
Lord in me and I in Him found resting place;
in
such divine repose I waited, silent and full of grace.
Answer
is nigh:
O
God, I lift a Child up heart- and heaven-high
and
say, “This is my Flesh and Blood”;
Thy
Word is my reply.
Sister M Madeleva CSC
American Twelfth Night
© Congregation of the Sisters of the
Holy Cross
Used with permission
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