Body of Christ, feed me.
Soul of Christ, lure me, love me.
Blood and water, make me drunk, and wash me.
Buy me back, over and over,
in the river-bath that flows from your side,
and ours.
Let me wash you.
Help me soothe you.
Let me kiss your holy wounds
everywhere warm with blood and water
flowing from your side,
and ours.
Comfort me to make me stronger.
Make me slowly, surely holy.
Make me wild; glad to house you,
Help me keep you warm and fed.
Let me see you. Let me hold you, hiding there in the bread.
Make me run, then, show me where.
Make me reverent.
Give me sense to bow before you, Christ,
hiding everywhere.
The author of the following two poems, who wishes to remain anonymous, is a valued staff member and lay colleague at Campion Center.
Prayer: “Anima Christi” (14th cent., incorporated into the Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius; translated by Richard J. Stanley, S.J., 1941-2024)
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