I have seen men become rich.
I have seen men become poor.
None are happy, no one is satisfied.
Their idols are sports, and their altars are places of strong drink.
They bow down to the work of other sinner’s hands.

Because I love you, my God, they mock and insult me.
But I am in mourning for them because I do not want them to die, even though they have already become the walking dead.
What am I to do Lord?
Please strengthen me.

Let me dwell in your presence O Lord, both in every city and town, where Your Majesty stays enthroned upon the tabernacle of angels and life itself.

Your encased embodied vessel radiates the truth and understanding – a warm comforting presence of knowledge and courage.

Open the doors to the Church and let me in – there is peace, understanding, and truth here. I seek refuge in Your presence.

Outside is the darkness, where the gold toothed merchant sways and peddles his neighbor for sorted gain, the thief breaks in and steals, the sexually immoral mutilate their genitals and appropriate Your bow of the covenant as a symbol for their sexual immorality, and where wicked people sacrifice their children to demons for future professional and financial prosperity.

Your gaze pierces them. Your watchful eye sees them. You knew them from way back then and even until now.
Just a little longer – and your plan made perfect!

But hear my petition O Lord, hear my plea and my cry just this one time – a lowly sinner who loves You!

Is there even fifty righteous men and women in Babylon? What about forty who are contrite? Maybe thirty who have potential? How about twenty who are worthy?

Lord My God, will you stay Your hand for the sake of ten righteous men and women in Babylon who will repent and change their ways? And what about for a few devoted souls gathered around Your Eucharistic Presence?

(A Lay Dominican St. Joseph Province from Godhead Here in Hiding Whom I Do Adore – Lay Dominicans Reflect on Eucharistic Adoration)