O my sweet Beloved Lord and Savior
that I greet in the daily bread,
Instead of older forms
you conform my body to yours,
Through the meal divine you remind
my faulty mind of things greater
than conscious ploys or subtle toys
of a world blind with pleasure
Let me measure my life through
the lens of beautiful hours
spent in prayer,
that sprout tender flowers
and fields of ripe devotion
that love is as smooth as lotion
to my fears
its tears soften the crops of my emotions
and my anxiety is stopped short
of being weeds to the garden
that the seeds sown in sorrow
give joy to more fruitful tomorrows.
Second verse, same as the first
how Adam’s curse is reversed
by the God who mounted the Cross
like the boss of a ship bound
for salvation
He dipped His life into the drowning
waters of our humanity
That strife became the High Priest’s vestments
and divinity took the form of blood
the tender flood of the altar
that altered history by stripping knowledge
of myth and illusion
that man suffered the confusion of superstition
But now God himself is offered as his own petition
greater than Abel or Abraham
is the God who became a lamb for the slaughter,
O Pater Noster
I sing to your praise
that the ways you speak through your Church
has removed all that is untrue within my breast
that I might confess that even sorrow
seems better than divorce
that the force of separation would be grave,
Beloved Bridegroom, in your embrace I am saved,
Let me fall asleep in your arms.
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