Dear Diary

I must confess that for quite some time now I have been trying to get a handle on what is happening.  It’s a feeling that I can’t seem to find the words to explain.  At first I thought maybe it was low blood sugar complicated with hay fever symptoms or…possibly…I was catching the flu…but the strange feeling has persisted for some time. In spite of my daydreaming…each day at Mass…the sensation takes hold of me and all I can do is hold my breath and clench my teeth in order to keep from crying.  As it subsides I get a tremendous sense of gratitude and awe.  Sometimes it hits me at the Consecration, sometimes during the readings and sometimes when the Eucharist is placed in my hand.  It is never at the same time, yet, it always makes it difficult to breath and impossible to speak. 

Dear Father God…so genteel

What could be better…this is ideal

Now and forever before you I kneel

I’m ready to sign up and seal the deal.

Dear Lord Jesus, I believe it is you that I feel

I come to your altar and partake of your meal

The emotions I harbor are hard to conceal

This sensation I have has to be real.

Come Holy Spirit, I make this appeal

Please fill me up with your zeal

And with your fire my heart anneal

For this I pray that you hear my spiel.

Amen