I grew up in a very
catholic household. My father wanted me to go through all the steps of becoming an adult in the church, so like a good little girl I did. Part of my
Confirmation was classes I had to take. I had a couple of
teachers one year that took a beating from me verbally from all the hard questions I would ask. At the end of the year they gave us all this
packet full of
inspiring stuff to become good little Catholics (needless to say I’m not one now), but the only thing in my packet that reached out to me was this poem, I
cried just thinking about it.
If Eyes Could Talk
By Father Anthony
Of the Mission Office
On the
cross he
hangs
Crowned with
thorns
And there are
tears in his eyes:
How I have loved you!
I have created you,
Watched over you,
Redeemed you.
Offered my
body on the cross for your
Salvation
Offered my
flesh for your
food to
Nourish your
soul.
I have
begged for your love in return
But you have been busy about many things
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And had very little time for me.
Still
I appreciate whatever little time is left
Over from your worldly activities.
I desire your love.
Think of me, remember me,
Love me.