“Get to the Tabernacle and let Heaven fall on you.

What do lovers do when they gaze with love at each other?”

-Ana St. Paul-

Ah! We are finally alone.
I kneel in the Presence of Thy Heavenly Throne.

In a Prison so small, and covered in gold,
there You wait, in a little white host.

Your gaze pierces deep, into my heart of hearts,
I blush for shame; that I cannot stand guard,

You see what I hide, where it’s bitter and dark,
the little I’ve tried, from finish to start.

My mind cannot grasp, a Love so unchanging,
unfaithful am I; two-faced and demanding.

Yet, My God, how great is Thy Bride!?
How blessed can dust be; I am welcomed inside!

where great longing for truth, here, is satisfied;
the worlds greatest pleasure is multiplied

No matter how plain, or successful in life,
all are called to the feast, by the Father, through Christ.

In all of my days, battles lost and won,
there is nothing greater, that could ever be done,

than to cross o’er the threshold of Life,
and be counted among, the Children of Light.

Oh how great are Thy halls, it makes me feel small.
I am blinded by Pride and continue to fall.

I cry out in the tongues, of my fathers before me,
I am clothed in shame, still, I wish to adore Thee.

Unveiled and afraid, I lower my gaze,
perhaps somehow thinking, You won’t see my face.

Still I know You will Love me, when I fail to adore Thee,
so why, in my faults, should I leave?

You stand greater than mountains, invisible but then,
grace as a fountain, again, I receive.

‘Tis Pride, this I know, ever constant and cold,
who whispers each moment, that I am alone.

I shall not despair; I’ll continue this road,
my back will not turn, on my God; on my Hope,

As I stare at the One, to whom I have known,
since my very beginning, I know that I’m home.