Christ has no body but yours

Christ Has No Body

Christ has no body but yours,

No hands, no feet on earth but yours,

Yours are the eyes with which he looks

Compassion on this world,

Yours are the feet with which he walks to do good,

Yours are the hands, with which he blesses all the world.

Yours are the hands, yours are the feet,

Yours are the eyes, you are his body.

Christ has no body now but yours,

No hands, no feet on earth but yours,

Yours are the eyes with which he looks

compassion on this world.

Christ has no body now on earth but yours.

~Teresa of Avila (1515–1582)

Small deeps

Small Deeps

We are too complicated.

We seek God here, there and everywhere.

We seek God in holy places, in books,

in rules, regulations, rites and rituals.

We seek God in pomp and glory and ceremony,

in relics and statues

and visions and shrines.

We seek God in Popes and Fathers and saints.

Ah, like lost bewildered children,

we seek outside the God

who waits to be found

in the small deeps

of the human heart.

From Edwina Gateley, There Was No Path So I Trod One (1996, 2013)