To be or to have

Both are happy

The wife, the nun

Both are joyful

Both fulfilled

She kneels at the altar

child in her arms

awestruck at Christ

gazing in wonder

at the love outpoured

She points at the host

hidden in the tabernacle

Her child smiles, his

dimples light up her face

Does he merely

appreciate her voice,

her embrace, or maybe

just the shiny gold box?

Or is it more, does he

see Christ, see Him there

hidden from adult eyes?

She kneels at the altar

covered in white

only her hands and face

visible, her eyes lit up

like those of the child

she could have had

She gazes in love

at her perfect spouse

Who died so she might have Him

She teaches no one

She does not wonder

what the child sees

For she is the child

Perpetual youth

The virgin bride

Staring in joy

gazing in wonder

at her perfect spouse

Giving himself to her

Once, but for all time

The act always fresh

She receives every

day for the first time

Every night her wedding night

in an eternal consummation.

I'm praying for you!

:)