The Word Was Made Flesh
- CFR Sisters
- 2 days ago
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A quiet ache within, a never-healing wound,
reaching into the deepest parts of the soul.
The never-ending longing and yearning to behold You, O God.
It is Your face, O Lord, that I seek,
hide not Your face.
The countenance of the One
who dwells in light inaccessible.
The gaze of the Consuming Fire.
Who can see Your face and live?
But then He.
The Word was made flesh and dwelt among us.
The countenance of God was made visible, accessible,
in the sweet face of an infant.
The splendor of the Father is revealed
in the dark night in Bethlehem.
“Father in Heaven!”, the soul now cries out.
No longer is your light inaccessible,
no longer is your face veiled, hidden.
Your face is heaven,
Your face is home.
In the Incarnation, we meet.
The soul’s desire to see you
and Your burning, unquenchable thirst
to be seen.
Sr. Fidelis, CFR
