When I Draw Near The Ciborium, All My Sighs Are Heard...

If I am despised by the world,

If it considers me as nothing,

A divine peace flood me.

For I have the Host as my support.

When I draw near the ciborium, All my sighs are heard...

To be nothing is my glory. I am the atom of Jesus...

“I am convinced that one should tell one's spiritual director if one has a great desire for Communion, for Our Lord does not come from Heaven every day to stay in a golden ciborium; He comes to find another heaven, the heaven of our soul in which He loves to dwell.” 

 ― Thérèse de Lisieux, The Story Of A Soul: The Autobiography Of St. Therese Of Lisieux