Like billowing clouds, Like the incessant gurgle of the brook The longing of the spirit can never be stilled.
Holy persons draw to themselves all that is earthly.
I, God, am in your midst. Whoever knows me can never fall. Not in the heights, nor in the depths, nor in the breadths. For I am love, which the vast expanses of evil can never still.
I, the fiery life of divine wisdom, I ignite the beauty of the plains, I sparkle the water, I burn in the sun, and the moon, and the stars.
All living creatures are sparks from the radiation of God’s brilliance, emerging from God like the rays of the sun.
The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions. With interior yearning, grace and blessing are bestowed. It is a yearning to take on God’s gentle yoke, It is a yearning to give one’s self to God’s Way.
Because a woman brought death a bright Maiden overcame it, and so the highest blessing in all of creation lies in the form of a woman, since God has become man in a sweet and blessed Virgin.
A person who lacks the verdancy of justice is dry, totally without tender goodness, totally without illuminating virtue.
All the arts serving human desires and needs are derived from the breath that Godsent into the human body.
What I do not see I do not know. I see, hear and know simultaneously and learn what I know as if in a moment.
Every element has a sound, an original sound from the order of God; all those sounds unite like the harmony from harps and zithers.
You are the mountain and the valley.
Humanity finds itself in the midst of the world. In the midst of all other creatures humanity is the most significant and yet the most dependent upon the others.
The earth should not be injured. The earth should not be destroyed. As often as the elements, the elements of the world are violated by ill treatment, so God will cleanse them thru the sufferings, thru the hardships of mankind.
Just as a mirror, which reflects all things, is set in its own container, so too the rational soul is placed in the fragile container of the body. In this way, the body is governed in its earthly life by the soul, and the soul contemplates heavenly things through faith.
It is easier to gaze into the sun, than into the face of the mystery of God. Such is its beauty and its radiance.
Those voices you hear are like the voice of a multitude, which lifts its sound on high; for jubilant praises, offered in simple harmony and charity, lead the faithful to that consonance in which is no discord, and make those who still live on earth sign with heart and voice for the heavenly reward.
The soul is kissed by God in its innermost regions.
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Angels, living light most glorious! Beneath the Godhead in burning desire in the darkness and mystery of creation you look on the eye of your God never taking your fill: What glorious pleasures take shape within you!