Godhead here in hiding, whom I do adore,
Masked by these bare shadows, shape and nothing more,
See, Lord, at thy service low lies here a heart
Lost, all lost in wonder at the God thou art.
Seeing, touching, tasting are in thee deceived:
How says trusty hearing? that shall be believed;
What God’s Son has told me, take for truth I do;
Truth himself speaks truly or there’s nothing true.
On the cross thy godhead made no sign to men,
Here thy very manhood steals from human ken:
Both are my confession, both are my belief,
And I pray the prayer of the dying thief.
Misselthwaite Matters 
Holy Thursday is my favorite Mass of the year. The Lord has deemed, it seems each year I end up in the van with a cranky baby or toddler (or both), but the grace is still there.
That’s exactly right. It’s just the season of life we’re in right now. I didn’t get out to any of the Triduum Masses or liturgies this year! Thank goodness for EWTN!