May 29, 2026

My Journey to God

Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ

I bow before the real and true,
Hidden but physical,
Mystical presence
Of God Himself,
The Word made flesh.
He who created all,
Who was, is and ever will be,
Allows me, desires me—
Who, though fraught with sin
And imperfection, He treasures
As His beloved—
To consume Him as food.
It is here that I meet Him,
Here that we embrace.
He, Love made flesh, surrounds me
And folds me into His Heart,
Infuses me with grace abundant,
With all I need and more
To continue my journey
And to nourish others with His love.
O precious beating Heart
Of my good and gracious Lord,
I praise you and adore you
For such love and mercy
That you show your broken,
Flawed, imperfect little lamb.
Come into the home of my heart,
And make it to beat in unison
With your perfect, holy Heart.
Please remain there,
And transform me, I pray,
Into That which I consume.

By Natalie Hoefer
 

(Natalie Hoefer is a member of St. Monica Parish in Indianapolis and is a reporter for The Criterion.) †

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