Jesus and I

My First Holy Communion

At St. Joseph's,

I fell in love with Jesus. 

Never heard His voice

but some of my thoughts 

were His thoughts.

I hid nothing--

could hide nothing--

from Him. 

I explained myself

constantly--

why I did this or that,

felt this or that,

wanted this or that.

Jesus always told me

what would please Him.

Sister Millicent called this

my state of grace.

Even now we talk sometimes.

You’re only an illusion, I scold.

Why can’t you be more?

I forgive you, He always says.

But I can’t forgive You, I answer
wide-eyed and fidgity, 
tho I know He understands.