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For the Preservation of the Deposit of the Faith
For the Kingdom of God to come!
O my God, Trinity whom I adore,
help me to forget myself entirely
that I may be established in You
as still and as peaceful as if my soul
were already in eternity.
May nothing trouble my peace
or make me leave You,
O my Unchanging One,
but may each minute carry me further
into the depths of Your Mystery.
Give peace to my soul; make it Your heaven,
Your beloved dwelling and Your resting place.
May I never leave You there alone
but be wholly present, my faith wholly vigilant,
wholly adoring, and wholly surrendered
to Your creative Action.
O my beloved Christ, crucified by love,
I wish to be a bride for Your Heart;
I wish to cover You with glory;
I wish to love You… even unto death!
But I feel my weakness, and I ask You
to “clothe me with Yourself,”
to identify my soul with all the movements
of Your Soul, to overwhelm me,
to possess me, to substitute Yourself
for me that my life may be
but a radiance of Your Life.
Come into me as Adorer,
as Restorer, as Savior.
O Eternal Word, Word of my God,
I want to spend my life in listening to You,
to become wholly teachable
that I may learn all from You.
Then, through all nights, all voids,
all helplessness, I want to gaze on You
always and remain in Your great light.
O my beloved Star,
so fascinate me that I may not withdraw
from Your radiance.
O consuming Fire, Spirit of Love,
“come upon me,” and create in my soul
a kind of incarnation of the Word:
that I may be another humanity for Him
in which He can renew His whole Mystery.
And You, O Father, bend lovingly over
Your poor little creature;
“cover her with Your shadow,”
seeing in her only the
“Beloved in whom You are well pleased.”
O my Three, my All, my Beatitude,
infinite Solitude, Immensity in which I lose myself,
I surrender myself to You as Your prey.
Bury Yourself in me that I may bury myself in You
until I depart to contemplate in Your light
the abyss of Your greatness. AMEN.
My Jesus, forgiveness and mercy!
By the merits of Thy holy Wounds and the sorrows of Thy Mother.