Out of the darkness of this life the wasteland held captive by gloom's shadow where there dwell frustrated hopes and dreams dashed against flint the unwearied Father places upon the weary dust the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament. The small white Sun ablaze with love whose radiant joy springs over the hills, bathing the valley in undimmed light, wakes the lover asleep with grief: "Arise, my beloved, my beautiful one and come! Forget your people, come to my Father's house. I, the King, desire your beauty - Come swiftly, my friend. "See the beams I pour as ointment on your wounds, my light which is poison to the foxes in your yard. Come, dear heart, they can harm you no more - So long as you abide in my arms. "Awake, sweet dove, let me dry your teary eyes. Let me show you the garden prepared for our paradise. The winter chill has burnt you, left your heart exposed and raw - But see the lily springing from my open, bled-out side. "Arise, my lover, see how my dawn has thawed your rigid heart. My light has banished wet and dark - The rains are over and gone. "The flowers appear on the earth to crown our thorn-pierced heads. Did you forget, sweet daughter of Eve as you waited in the rain, that I promised, "I make all things new?" Come, lose your life - You've the Sun to gain."
“Out of the darkness of my life, so much frustrated, I put before you the one great thing to love on earth: the Blessed Sacrament. . . . There you will find romance, glory, honour, fidelity, and the true way of all your loves on earth, and more than that: Death.” – J.R.R. Tolkien
Living Full Throttle 