I went into the Christmas cave;
there was no Child upon the straw.
The ox and ass were all I saw.
I sought His stable where He gave
His goodness in the guise of bread.
Emptiness came to me instead.
Filled with my Father’s words, I cried
“Where have you hid Yourself?” and all
the living answered to my call.
I found Him (and the world is wide)
dear in His warm ubiquity.
Where heart beat, there was Christ for me.
I went back to the Christmas cave,
glad with the gain of everywhere.
Then at His feasting board He gave
embrace. He multiplied His good
and fed in me the multitude.
Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit, O.C.D.
The Hidden Christ (1963)
Powers, J 1999, The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers, ICS Publications, Washington DC.