My Eucharistic Jesus, I love You more now that I hide myself so that You may appear... now that I conceal myself so that You may reign... now that I am nothing so that You maybe everything.
I love You more, much more, adorable Jesus... now that I have died to earth's vanities... now that, with Your grace, I have moved away from worldly things... now that I have renounced being something that was not trash... now that I have stood in the shade so that others could shine!
I love You more now that I keep my soul clean.., now that I am voluntarily poor... now that I obey and crucify myself to please You.
Is it not true, my Jesus, that all of this is the fruit of solitude, and that at the foot of Your Sacrament one enjoys an intimacy that is unknown to the world because of its purity? Here, let me say it very near to You, Jesus of my life! Caresses and tenderness flow night and day in the midst of pain and tears.... Here my sighs burn You and Your glances scorch me.... Here I hand You my pain and You envelope me in Your love.
O Jesus, Eucharistic Jesus! In this silence and solitude that surrounds us, my heart bursts forth with all the fire of the love that You communicate to me, and which consumes me…
O Eucharistic Jesus! Here I tell you my sorrows, my sins, my bitterness, the misery of my soul, and my feeble response.
Here, I also hear Your complaints, Your rebukes, Your desires, Your teachings and Your forgiveness. Mutually, we dry our tears from our souls, and the world ignores what only the angels contemplate.
I offer You my joys, I let You share in my sorrows, and You sweeten everything with Your touch.
(From Holy Hours by Concepcion Cabrera de Armida)