Consecrated soul, predestined, chosen and pampered to be, in the bosom of the Church, salt of life that, in spiritual fatherhood or motherhood, as a herald of love, might be poured out on other souls...
O, Church of mine! all-beautiful, bedecked with Divinity Itself that penetrates You, fills You, en-nobles You, extolling You with such fruitfulness, that You, Church of mine, are the selfsame Word Incarnate Who comes forth from the Father’s bosom breaking into Word and burning in the Holy Spirit. That is your Royal Head, my Church!
Mary is a wonder of the power of God. The Virgin is intrinsically “Our Lady of the Incarnation,” because God created Her for the Incarnation, making Her a prodigy of the grace in radiant manifestation of the Omnipotent.
"...in the splendorous magnitude of our reality of Church, my soul tiny but brimmingly eager to respond to God, says to God Himself, due to my spiritual and universal motherhood in the burning flames of the Holy Spirit and in the mysterious way of our grafting onto Christ, with Him, through Him and in Him, a “yes” so glorious that it may be a reply of love and reception by all men on the cold, silent, mysterious and sacrosanct night of Christmas."
Mary’s Advent...! Mother...! You had the Word of Life in your bosom for You, for You to love Him and for Him to love You. You lived happily in that intimacy and communication with the infinite Word in your innermost being. But, participating in the divine will, oblivious of yourself, You burned in terrible longings for that Word, who had “jumped” from the Father’s bosom to your bosom, to “jump” from your bosom to men in order to give Him to us as a Host that, offered by You to the Father, might be our salvation and sanctification.
Eve of Christ the King…!
My soul shook
with romances of tendernesses
that, secretly, put
my spirit to burn in live coals,
for it saw my Christ
who complained crying:
the world knew not
either the Eternal Father or Him…!
I love You, Jesus, because You are all that I desire and my sole reason for being. Without You, without my times before the tabernacle leaning on Your chest, without the vibration of the marrow of my spirit which has me only and always centred on the untiring search for Your glory, and without the nostalgia of Your definitive encounter, what would become of me…?!
It is the Church that, through baptism, fills the capacity that God instilled in you to be His son. Baptism is the door introducing you into the bosom of your Father God and making of you a partaker of the Divine Family, through the anointing of the divinity, which, on falling upon you, makes you share a mystical priesthood, received from the High and Eternal Priest; a priesthood that through your divine filiation, you have to live to the utmost perfection.
Silence…! Silence…! Silence…! for the Lady feels that Her whole soul smoothly and peacefully flames in the savoury, mysterious and infinitely immutable heat of the divine kiss of the Immutability by essence in a Trinitarian act... And almost without perceiving it… without being aware… without noticing anything…the Lady finds Herself, in a delightful… smooth and silent… twinkling of an eye…before that God whom She contemplated and possessed during Her whole life; but now, having been attained, the degree of divinisation determined by God Himself, She is snatched and introduced into the nuptial chamber, to have in the Homeland the same that She had in the exile, but in a total, joyful and absolute possession of Eternity.
On creating you, whoever you may be, the three divine Persons, jointly, poured Themselves forth, taking delight in one single creating gaze, in order to create you “in Their image and likeness.” That is why each soul has its own special physiognomy, its own particular beauty, and its unique name given to it by God on the day He created it, as befitted its physiognomy within creation.
