The living Spirit
My God, by how many different ways you lead souls! We read of saints who have left nothing behind them at their death, not a single written line.
I consider what writers say about the kingfisher, little birds who build their nests on the beach near the sea. They build in a circular form and so tightly compressed that the seawater cannot penetrate the nest.
Just as a torrent, throwing itself with impetuosity into the ocean, drags after it everything it encounters in its passage, in the same way, O Jesus, the soul who plunges into the shoreless ocean of Your Love, draws with her all the treasures she possesses.
True wisdom in this world amounts to putting ourselves in God’s hands, and not trying to look too far ahead. God doesn’t tell us his secrets beforehand but unfolds them little by little when we are secure in the knowledge that we can trust him entirely.
If then you are wise, you will show yourself rather as a reservoir than as a canal. For a canal spreads abroad water as it receives it, but a reservoir waits until it is filled before overflowing, and thus communicates, without loss to itself, its superabundant water.
I looked in Scripture to find some suggestion of what the lift I wanted might be. I came across these words from the Book of Proverbs: “Whoever is a little one, let that person come to me” (Proverbs 9:4).
Be daring, be courageous, but never over-particular, for the courage you need means that you must always declare resolutely: “Rejoice in the Lord!”
You are fire; enkindle in me your love. / You are light; enlighten my mind with the knowledge of eternal things. / You are the Dove; give me innocence of life. / You are the gentle Breeze; disperse the storms of my passions. / You are the Tongue; teach me how to bless you always.
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