Happy Lent! Here is a short poem I composed, reflecting on the purpose for which God made us, and the means he gives us to get there--Himself! I pray it speaks to you in some small way.
Why, O God? Why am I here?
I need not exist; I know that for sure
Yet I never seem to have a heart that is pure
I fall short of your glory, succumb to my fear.
Before you created me, this world spun around
Men came and went--some lost, others found
And so it will be, long after I am gone
Memories will fade, dawn after dawn.
But for now I am a pilgrim on this journey called life
None of the stops on the way fully satisfy my heart
As if a small piece has been cut out with a knife
And the hole left behind slowly tears me apart.
Many long years, this hole have I tried to fill
For that purpose, the world offers no shortage of dirt
Yet the more shoveled in only increases the hurt
My heart was meant for more than vain glory and a cheap thrill
But lo, in the darkness, I saw a great light
And heard a small voice, as I trembled with fright
What was said is quite ancient, yet made present again and again:
"He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood abides in me, and I in him."
O Jesus, my Dear Savior, fill my heart with a small piece of Yours
At last I know what makes my heart full
The love from this Sacrament, Your divine life it outpours
Until I am home at the heavenly banquet, to which all men You pull.
God love you.
