Kneeling before thy holy sanctuary,
Witness to the unfolding mystery,
Gazing at the hands holding Thee,
White Host held so reverently.
Sound of words changing substantially
Wine and bread into Blood and Body.
Hands formed in their mother’s womb
Created in secret in a hidden world.
One day will hold their Master and Lord.
Hidden from eyes of worldly curiosity,
Quietly formed in worth and dignity.
Touch with compassion, bless with devotion,
The waiting world needing Thee.
Empty hands, blessed hands!
Anointed by God for the work He began.
Do you believe how blessed you are,
Despite imperfections of being human?
This truth shall last now and forever
In life, in death, you are His priest,
Forget that never.

Sr. Helena of Mary, O.Carm