
Reborn
Today I am reborn,
I who have crucified you;
yes, your hands, nailed down,
Lift me up to joy.
My dusty, ashy body:
You embalm it, make it one;
You, whom I let wither.
Still from the silent grave
You appeal the peace in me.
Today I am reborn,
I who have crucified you;
yes, your hands, nailed down,
Lift me up to joy.
My dusty, ashy body:
You embalm it, make it one;
You, whom I let wither.
Still from the silent grave
You appeal the peace in me.
Love lives again.
She pours herself laughing, lightning,
into people’s basement hearts.
Love dances again,
lifts the sad, the sleep-deprived
whirlwind-like upwards.
Love reigns again.
Shackles around petrified hands
melt as if they had never been.
Reawaking eyes look astonished
out of a crushed body
into a tenderly loved world.
Their light was quenched
because they didn’t see any darkness,
they had to be closed
because they couldn’t be blind.
Now they shine again,
they offer themselves, trembling with life and hope,
to our guessing world.
Three Meditations for Eucharistic Adoration
I
I am absorbed in You,
You are consumed in me.
Now I may have my eyes on You,
now my pain has turned.
Three Meditations for Eucharistic Adoration
II
Perfectly broken Son of man,
purely crushed flesh and blood,
unblemished suffering heart:
that’s where I am embedded in.
III
Your longing for the Father,
Your pain and Your love
are concentrated in
this small piece of bread.
I don’t touch it, Lord,
I only look.
That’s how I keep the hunger,
that’s how I keep the hope.