Their constant cheerfulness and their intense poverty.

Have overflowed .

In a wealth of generosity.

With hope bestowed.

I could not sleep.

I started to think not of myself but of others.

I had a vision of the Eucharist out of the deep.

For a moment I felt such joy rising to the rafters.

With the host before me I felt enlightened.

It was filling all of my vision.

The night was thoroughly lightened.

Relieving all of the mind’s restless tension.

But soon  these moments  have passed.

But they are treasured and remembered.

……..

A night’s vision

Joyful of the Eucharist

To be remembered

……..

See 2 Corinthians 8: 1-9