From Saint Faustina's diary, a beautiful meditation on the closeness of God to us in the Holy Eucharist.
My heart is drawn there where my God is hidden,
Where He dwells with us day and night,
Clothed in the White Host;
He governs the whole world, He communes with souls.
My heart is drawn there where my God is hiding,
Where His love is immolated.
But my heart senses that the living water is here;
It is my living God, though a veil hides Him.
(Diary entry 1591)
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