«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.»
We all race at the same speed, although not all will come to the same end, even though the end that God willed for all of us is the same; but only those can attain to it who, living on the supernatural through the life of grace and under the impetus of the Holy Spirit, have wings, and wings of golden eagles, that make them capable of crossing over the unfathomable Abyss that exists between life and death, between earth and Heaven.
In my tabernacle I have everything, because the infinite All is the transcendent mystery that conceals my tabernacle. If man knew the se¬cret of the Eucharist, how would he not come to cool his thirst and to satiate his hungers, rev¬erent and adoring, at the foot of the tabernacle before the God of the Sacrament…?!
The Daughter of Zion appears cast down, like Christ, in Gethsemane, but not for that reason failed or sunk, no! The Father sustains her with the power of his arm, because her royal Head is his very beloved Son with whom He is well pleased.