In the collect of the Mass for the feast of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus we pray: “O God, Who in the Heart of Your Son, wounded by our sins, mercifully lavish upon us the infinite riches of love, grant, we beseech You, that as we offer Him the faithful service of our devotion, we may also show forth fitting reparation.” In that spirit a precariously pious little altar boy penned a pithy poetic prayer.
A Soliloquy Before a Sanctuary Lamp
Closed are my eyes, joined are my hands
Listening for the beating of the Sacred Heart
Faith seeking understanding
Returning love for Love
Kneeling before the silent tabernacle
Devotion burning like a sanctuary lamp
Belief in the Real Presence brings me here
Though I may nod during my vigil
Comforted by the Divine Prisoner
Returning love for Love
Kneeling before the silent tabernacle
Devotion burning like a sanctuary lamp
In the quiet I hear my name, like a sunbeam through the rain
Human comforts are naught; human frailty abounds
But in the tabernacle Thou art there to ease the pain
Never permit me to be separated from Thee.
Mr. Screwtape
You’re waiting for the punch line, that’s right.
Here it is: The preceding piety was inspired not by neither Aquinas nor Alacoque but rather by Susanna Hoffs and The Bangles.
That yardstick ruler is getting a little too close for comfort….
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