Grains of Gold

New Zealand Tablet, Volume L, Issue 28, 19 July 1923, Page 3

Grains of Gold

A WISH. I wish I were the little key That locks Love’s Captive in, And lets Him out to so and tree A sinful heart from sin. „ I wish I were the little bell That tinkles for the Host, When God comes down each day to dwell With hearts He loves the most. I wish I were the chalice fair, That holds the Blood of Love, When every gleam lights holy prayer Upon its way above, I wish I were the little flower So near the Host’s sweet face, Or like the light that half an hour Burns on the shrine of grace. I wish I were the altar where, ' As on His mother’s breast, Christ nestles, like a child, fore’er In Eucharistic rest. But, oh my God, I wish the most That my poor heart may ho A homo all holy for each Host That comes in love to me. A. J. Ryan. REFLECTIONS. Let us all kneel, and jointly beseech the true and living v God Almighty, in His mercy, to defend us from the haughty fl and fierce enemy; for He knows that we have undertaken * a just war for the safety of our nation.St. Oswald. • , k The Chinch prays everywhere, not only for saints and V M the already regenerated in Christ, hut for all infidels, and V*\. • enemies of the Cross of Christ.—St. Prosper. We live as about to die to-morrow we build as about ' ] to live for ever in this,world. Our walls, our ceilings the - ( capitals of our pillars shine with gold, while Christ naked v and hungry, dies at our doors in the person of ’a poor * ! man. —St. Jerome. ' 1 Let your monasteries be the homes of the sick your . cell a hired chamber, your chapel the parish church your | 7 cloister the streets of the town and the wards of the hos pitals, your rule obedience, your grating the fear of G™l -J A i - St. Vincent of Paul. -