To St. Raphael, Before the Blessed Sacrament

To St. Raphael, Before the Blessed Sacrament

St. Raphael,
my spirit is fainting
my soul is wounded
my mind is poisoned
my heart is bruised
my will is fevered
my flesh is weak.
My enemies have assaulted me
and I am my greatest enemy.

Yet the Sun of righteousness
rises in this room
with healing in His wings
the burning Bush kindles
to cauterize wounds
the Spring of living water
flows to quench fever
the Medicine of immortality
holds cure and antidote
the Tree of life spreads out his limbs
with fruit and shade.

St. Raphael,
window of the Sunlight,
torch of the Flame,
cup of the Fountain,
jar of the Balm,
basket of the Fruit,
breeze of the Shade,
come to my side:
I wait to be healed.

© 2001 by Paul Thigpen