The Bread of Angels: a Soliloquy
A SOLILOQUY
Soul:
“As I approach the royal throne of the
Holy Altar of God I heard a voice issue
forth ... from where I do not know.”
God:
“Come, be in Communion with Me, be
one with Me — My beloved”.
Soul:
“Is it from without that this
voice has come — or
is it from deep within me?”
God:
“I will take thee to spouse —
I Myself will
nourish thee for thou art Mine”.
Soul: “Bother fear and brother
joy welled up within me, and moved me forward;
I saw the white circle of unleavened bread
held high before me, and I heard the words,
"I love thee.”
Whence? Then with faith I saw before me
God and man upon the Cross, Victim and Priest;
I saw the total surrender of man to
God, a total union of wills, the complete
embrace of the two wills was before me;
the two Persons had become one with the
Spirit and neither moved or breathed without
the other. Then I heard the voice once more”:
God:
“Come”.
Soul:
“I began to shrink back. But the voice continued”.
God:
“Fear not, I have paid the price
for thee; thy dowry in the dust, my beloved,
sealed in Blood on the Cross. Drink!
Behold, I have made love between thee and
Me — come!”.
Soul:
“And as I gazed upon that love that was
before me, which no human eye can see, I
fell down and adored, and saw that this
love was offered to me. Rising slowly I
opened myself completely and took the
precious gift that is within me and
murmured, here take it, it is my will, I
give it freely”
God:
“And I to thee — freely, my beloved”.
Soul:
“How shall this be, Spouse of my being,
Heart of my heart?”
God:
“I say to thee My precious
one, My Bride, My Turtledove — come.
Take and eat, it is My Body”
Soul:
“I take, as Thou hast commanded
me —
and I eat.”
God:
“Take and drink, this is
My Blood, poured out for thee”.
Soul:
“I take, my Beloved —
my King and my God!”.
God:
“As I have
given thee, wilt thou give likewise —
ALL — to Me and for Me?”
Soul:
“Behold my veil, under this shall I dwell
all the days of my life —
with Thee, in Thee, for Thee. Behold the
simple Ring Thou hast placed upon my finger,
unbreakable as my love, as my vows, undying
seal of my undying love. Forevermore I am
Thine and Thou art mine.”
The Angels:
“Amen. Amen. Without recall. Amen. The
Bride is come. Amen.”
A Cloistered Poor Clare Colettine Nun
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