Eucharistic Meditations

Forty Nine

  1. Dust from Your hands is dust indeed,
    Fitted by You for what we need,
    Fitted for love, though often weak
    When we fall short of what You seek.
  2. Dust from Your hands is dust unknown
    When sprinkled from Your heavenly throne,
    Yet sprinkled on this doubtful earth
    To show in flesh Your sacred worth.
  3. Dust from Your hands makes us divine,
    Partaking in the bread and wine,
    Partaking in Your very self
    Where we will find unending wealth.
  4. Dust from Your hands to dust returns
    But where it rests a fire burns,
    A fire burns to witness You
    As source of love, divine and true.