August 18, 2017

My Journey to God

What the Mass Means to Me

The Mass is a haven from troubles and care.
Princes and paupers alike find solace there.
I, a poor visitor; my Host, never rude,
He graciously receives me
and offers me food.
His house may be simple
or again may be grand,
But His house is honored all over the land.
I kneel at His table, in love and in awe.
I bow in acceptance to His divine law.
His demands are simple—
just lead a good life.
His reward—a freedom from earthly strife.
It’s presumption to consider
myself of such worth
As to be of any consequence
to the King of Heaven and Earth.
My prayer is as follows,
it’s very simple, you see:
O God in Your pity, have mercy on me!

By Dorothy Donnelly
 

(Dorothy Donnelly is the deceased sister of Patti Hourigan, a member of St. Luke the Evangelist Parish in Indianapolis. Dorothy wrote this poem in 1939 at the age of 18. She died in 1975.)

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