Confession of my heart
Confession of my heart Sometimes I see you Present in the Eucharist And do nothing My heart does not respond to your presence And I wonder And my mind forgets And my heart falters Is this my God? And I sit Cross legged before the King of Kings Drowsy, daydreaming Changing positions to be comfortable Forgetting or setting aside reverence In my moment of doubt And sometimes it’s a long moment Minutes stretch to hours I yawn during mass And receive my God But feel nothing And I wonder at my complacency How can this be? The All-Powerful Triune God Rests on my tongue And is received by His own creation How can this be? And how can I sit unresponsive? And in my frustration I forget I forget a thousand moments of intimacy I forget moments of grace on a rainy day I forget healings and prophecies I forget words springing unbidden to my lips I forget peace settling deep in my soul I forget consolations on the darkest nights I forget joy lasting through t...