The Beauty of the Veil

I have been contemplating the mystery as well as the beauty of being hidden. Some of the most beautiful summer nights are when the bugs and crickets are hidden yet still make their joyous sound to be reminded of the glorious summer day that was lived. I wouldn't necessarily want to see the crickets in the day time. Perhaps it's better that way since we can enjoy their notes and the beauty of their prime season when the curtains have fallen for the day. Their state of being visibly hidden makes them beautiful and appreciated.


I went to adoration earlier this week. I wanted to sit and pray quietly and reflect upon some things that were going through my mind and heart. At first, I was the only one there in the chapel and it was nice, prayerful, peaceful. I felt that I really needed that time because I did not fully feel at peace after coming from one of my classes. I needed to sit and rest with God and contemplate. The Eucharist was exposed and not kept securely in the tabernacle but I was not aware since there was a covering like curtain over the monstrance where the Eucharist is placed during exposition of the Blessed Sacrament. I only realized this once the person who is in charge of taking the host out of the tabernacle or unveils the host in the monstrance came into the chapel. Jesus was right in front of me and I wasn't aware of His presence until the person drew back the curtain.

It dawned on me that this is what it means to have faith and what Jesus is wanting and asking of us when we are in His divine presence, in front of the Eucharist. The Eucharist is merely a veil of His presence, a meek and humble hidden appearance of bread so He does not blind or scare us of His divine light.  But regardless, He is there. The humble and gentle heart of Jesus makes it so that we can come to Him and welcome us into His loving embrace. This hidden appearance is inviting and it is beautiful.

The late, green summer leaves are slowly turning and changing into their next state of oranges, browns, yellows and reds. Some trees leaves still remain green and intact during the cusp of Autumn, and their beauty and the next season of their life is still hidden, and unfolding. Their last season of growth, marvel and wonder is underway before they all crash to the floor to kiss the icy ground. The hidden beauty of Fall is approaching and slowly unfolding. It is here. I can draw back the curtain.