I would like to introduce you to the poetry of Paul Thigpen.  If you’re not familiar with his conversion story to Catholicism, you can read it here.  He is a prolific writer in many genres.  The poem below is from a number he has written on the Blessed Sacrament which I came across one day during a time of adoration.  I was so taken by the slim volume that, I must confess, I ignored the “Do not remove from this chapel” in order to “borrow” it for a couple of days in order to copy a few.

Confession Before the Blessed Sacrament

Grain of God,
I was the stone that ground You.
Holocaust of heaven,
I was the flame that consumed You.
Lamb on the altar,
I was the knife across Your throat.
Crucified One,
I was the nail in your hand.

Have mercy, Jesus.
Reshape this guilty soul to make
a stone in Your altar,
a flame in Your lamp,
a knife for Your bread,
a nail in Your table
where the world sits down
to feast.