But my soul in love, has become enthralled by ardours that rumble in the depth of my chest, at the knowledge that particles fall off, after You have come from the height of Heavens to the consecrated Host, which was transubstantiated by the efficacy which You have put, through the Sacrament, in the mouth of Your anointed…

That You fall, Jesus of mine, from the altar to the ground…?! That You vanish without any­one noticing it, and perhaps You are stepped on, for being so hidden and forgotten by all…?!

May be, Jesus of my soul, that perhaps I, too, have walked over across my ways, at that enor­mous moment when You had fallen off, and my foot, full of mud, inadvertently, had landed upon You…! And thus You may have kissed me, telling me in this way, so humble and so sim­ple –but of such excellence in Your sublime dig­nity– the loves of Your chest: of that enkindled volcano! which burns in burning flames for telling me in a thousand ways Your kisses, Your tenderness, Your conquests, Your affections…

What a surprise this has caused me, when I knew, in Your wisdom, this new gift of Your sacred designs…! Powerful manifestation! that, by being Love who is able to and being Love who loves, in Your love You have managed, without him who loves You knowing it, to be stepped upon, and who knows if, perhaps, You have even been spat upon…!

I know my blessed Jesus, that, in You, Your self-giving is oblivion. O if it were possible for You to forget the excellent excellence of Your infinite and possessed Being Yourself…! Since Your glory was to surrender, when, in Your eter­nal design, You decided to save me, in order to take me to the spousals of Your divine banquets.

Nothing surprises me coming from you! Be­cause what I learned most of whatever in me You have instilled, is to know that, all that I know is nothing, if I compare it with the plethoric fullness of Your Being Yourself been, having in You the great power, in Your indefi­nite way, of being Yourself all that You are Yourself, and to do all that You want manifest­ing outwards the powers hidden from the eter­nal ages in Your enkindled volcano.