Community of the Sisters of the Church

Open my Eyes

As the old eyes of Simeon
Saw through the veil of humanity
In that tiny baby
To the glorious divinity within,
So open my eyes, O great Physician
Of the blind,
To see the divine pattern, stamp
Written on all your creatures –
The mark of your Fatherhood, Motherhood,
Brooding spirit, bringing forth Life
From dead wastes of matter;
Drawing up all in your great embrace
Through those outspread, pierced hands,
Into the great eternal banquet
Of endless rejoicing,
Glorious, blissful Trinity.