Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity
A Poem by Candace Simar
A Poem by Candace Simar
Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me. Revelations 3:20
Come in, Dear Jesus. I open the door. I have been lonesome but did not know it was for you. Thank you for knocking. Thank you for looking for me. Wash away my sins. I repent for the mess I have made of my life. Change old habits of thinking, mistakes, and patterns of selfishness. Come to me, Lord Jesus. I welcome you. Make me new.
Come in. I receive you, Jesus, in your Body and Blood. I taste you. I swallow you. I incorporate you into every cell of my being. Sweet Holy Spirit, my body absorbs you. The dead, empty spaces fill with your light. My desiccated cells absorb your living water. The glory of your presence restores life in me. Change me. I receive you.
Fill me with your love. I permit you to flush away hatred and bitterness, I allow you to heal the broken parts of my life. You offer yourself freely, and I take you in. Your love is sweet on my lips, life-giving on my tongue. Dear Lord, I receive you.
Send stoutness of heart and focus that comes only from you. In myself I find only weaknesses and cowardice, fear of the future, and dread of what might happen. I ask for your courage. I choose to follow you, and I ask you to fight my battles. I hide within your wounds and take courage in your strength. Dear Lord. I take you in.
Bless me with faith to move mountains, and to remove the mountain of doubt within me. I ask for the grain of faith no bigger than a mustard seed. Plant it within me and let it grow into a mighty tree that withstands every test. Give me strength to provide shelter and shade for others. I receive this gift of faith. I allow you to plant it within my heart.
My hope has withered. Please renew the hopeless places. In the face of my trials and troubles, let my path be bathed in your light. Stoke the flame of hope in my soul.
Although I am unworthy, I receive you in this Blessed Sacrament. I lay all that I am before you. Thank you for knocking. Thank you for coming to me. I am glad you called my name.
Candace Simar is an award-winning Minnesota poet and writer from Pequot Lakes. Simar has written 8 historical novels about Minnesota and North Dakota. To learn more about her work, check out www.candacesimar.com
