We, too, my God, we perceive that Thou art
Like an old man in the midst of the throng
too busy to live.
Because we have savoured the honey of Thy
goodness so manifold grown,
Laying our heads on Thy shoulder,
with hearts from which speech has flown,
We offer what we can give.
Give us to eat, we beg, O Man of the
"House of Bread"!
Receive the stranger to dwell forever in Thy
Hunger and thirst we have known, far from Thee
in the days that have sped.
Now, freed from the publican's plotting,
may we find wherever we tread
Wheat of Thy dispensation!
Our supersubstantial bread, O give us, today!
Enough of the morning's manna, the bread with
Enough of the taste of blood and flesh, of honey
and fruit and whey -
Tree of life, give us bread to stay!
Thyself art my Food! ...
One instant with Thee is more precious than a
thousand in human tents.
In Thine adorable presence it is good for us to
Thou callest me, Word of God, knowing past and
I cry out my intents:
"I will go in, unto the place where Thy tabernacle
Saturday, 17 April 2010
Paul Claudel's Hymn of the Blessed Sacrament
I was very taken by an extract from Paul Claudel's Hymn of the Blessed Sacrament, that was the "Meditation of the Day" in Magnificat for yesterday. I have followed Magnificat's layout, but have no way of knowing whether this follows Claudel's original or is dictated by the typesetting.