O Salutaris Hostia!
Even heaven's pure and holy spirits are not able to comprehend that which the little white Host truly is; how, then, are we poor mortals, darkened in intellect, to do so?
In order that we may understand this great mystery, God Himself must help. But still, one thing remains eternally true: that sacred Host is here for me; so I must think of it; I must try to understand this mystery as well as I ever can; and I must love it.
O my soul, spread out your wings! Soar away! Let the flame of your love flare up, O my heart! Meditate now upon that wholly host -and love it !
From Eucharistic Whisperings, The Society of the Divine Saviour, 1929
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