Oh, Hidden Jesus, [i] ever more endearing by your swaddling veils which reassure us with a barrier to sight that God prevails It is the nature of this world to express through hiding, [ii] where plainest natural fact in all transparency still speaks a secret from creation’s mystery Oh, fully Hidden Jesus, what shall we look behind? The irony of searching thus is not to seek, by reaching out, for truly we are happier, to find you – finding us. (2010s) [i] Walsh, Thomas William. Our Lady of Fatima. New York: The MacMillan Company, 1948. – See multiple references to the Portuguese name for the Blessed Sacrament, “The Hidden Jesus,” for example, pp. 26-7. [ii] Faber, Frederick William, DD. The Blessed Sacrament. Philadelphia, PA: The Peter Reilly Co. 1958, “The Blessed Sacrament a Picture of God: Book III, Section III – God Sought and Found,” pp. 246 ff. “Seen by the moonlight of reason, as well as by the sunshine of revelation, all creation lies before us as a vast region, every point of which is a hiding-place of Him who made it. With Him, to reveal Himself is to conceal Himself. It seems a sort of necessity of His incomprehensible perfections.” |
Poems by Janet
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