Fearing I would miss Thee
Beloved Corpus Christi
I fell in solemn silence
To my knees
In prayer, intent to love Thee
A cross of gold above me
Engraved with artful flowers,
vines, and leaves
Then through a Deeper Gazing
And passionate heart’s praising
Your Body came to form
before my eyes
What Wonder, Lord,
Before me; my soul
Fast to adore Thee
Corpus Christi; Golden Sun, to rise.
~Cheryl Anne
a little song of deeper seeing
Brigid's Hearth 