Christ has no body but yours, No hands, no feet on earth but yours Yours are the eyes with which he looks with Compassion on this world, Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good... Christ has no body now on earth but yours.
Why do I forget You, abandon You? You who are wholeness, You who are home, always now, always present, giving what every cell in me yearns for-- to collapse into Your warm breath of Life; defenses drop, naked I be, cherished solely for my nakedness, my void, my forgetfulness.
Silence pregnant with all sounds, I come back, prodigal that I am-- bruised, tired, wired, To be undone again by Your embrace.