Friday, January 31, 2014

You are nothing but Love



1 Your exiled spouse, on the foreign shore,
Can sing the eternal canticle of Love,
Since, my Sweet Jesus, you deign on earth as in Heaven 
To set her aflame with the fire of your Love .
 
2 My Beloved, Beauty supreme,
You give yourself to me,
But in return, Jesus, I love you,
And my life is but one act of love!
 
3 Forgetting my great misery,
You come to dwell in my heart.
My weak Love, ah, what a mystery!
Is enough to captivate you, Lord.
 
4 Love which sets me aflame,
Pierce my soul.
Come, I beg you,
Come, consume me.
 
5 Your ardor impels me,
And, Divine Furnace,
I want to lose myself
Unceasingly in you.
 
6 Lord, suffering
Becomes delight
 When the soul leaps
Toward you forever.
 
7 Heavenly Homeland,
Joys of the other life,
My enraptured soul
Always delights in you.
 
8 Heavenly Homeland,
Joys of the other life,
You are nothing but Love!

Truest Freedom Wrought in the Surrender to Love


As Edith Stein (St. Teresa Benedicta of the Cross) explained in her essay on “Problems of Women’s Education,” the overriding goal of our lives must be to become “the supernatural person or Christ in the person.” This supernatural goal encompasses “the threefold goal prescribed by the nature of woman: the development of her humanity, her womanhood, and her individuality.” Yet it transcends them all, Edith says, because our transformation in Christ leads not only to the purification of our fallen nature but to everlasting union with God.
A Bottomless Craving
Edith believed that the desire for union with God permeates every woman’s life, whether she is conscious of it or not. She found evidence of this in a woman’s body, which was designed by God to be receptive, both to a man and to an unborn child. That physical receptivity echoes a deeper emotional and spiritual receptivity that has always been a defining feature of femininity. “The deepest longing of woman’s heart is to give herself lovingly, to belong to another, and to possess this other being completely,” Edith writes. “This longing is revealed in her outlook, personal and all-embracing, which appears to us as specifically feminine.”
A woman’s longing for love can lead to joy or sorrow, depending on where she seeks fulfillment. If she looks only to other people—by depending on a husband or a child to satisfy her bottomless craving for love—she is bound to be disappointed. She may wind up controlling, smothering, or driving away those she loves most as she demands that they validate her existence, give meaning to her life, or quench her thirst for love. Yet a woman who directs her infinite longing to God can experience something else entirely: true fulfillment through transforming union with Christ.
Attaining this union is no easy task, of course: Our sinful nature and bad habits mitigate against it, and the fragmentation, secularization, and hectic pace of our modern lives make the pursuit of holiness difficult. So how does a woman cultivate a contemplative faith in the heart of the world?
Edith’s advice begins with the recognition of the need for God’s grace in the midst of our busy lives. The task of bearing Christ’s image to the world—and bearing fruit in our families, communities, and workplaces— requires “intense spiritual stamina,” Edith says, which “perishes in the long run if not refreshed by the eternal wellspring.” That wellspring of God’s grace must be revisited frequently if we wish to avoid burnout and grow in holiness. We can tap into His grace through frequent confession, frequent reception of the Eucharist, and regular prayer, preferably in the presence of the Blessed Sacrament. As Edith writes in “Spirituality of the Christian Woman”:
Whoever is imbued with a lively faith in Christ present in the tabernacle, whoever knows that a friend awaits here constantly—always with the time, patience, and sympathy to listen to complaints, petitions, and problems, with counsel and help in all things—this person cannot remain desolate and forsaken even under the greatest difficulties. He always has a refuge where quietude and peace can again be found.
Edith recommends that we attend Mass in the morning and ask Jesus, after receiving Him in the Eucharist, how He wishes us to spend our day, since reception of the Eucharist brings clarity and allows the self-emptying process to unfold. As the day progresses and new worries and problems accumulate, Edith advises that we take a noontime break to reconnect with God. A Eucharistic holy hour or solitary rest in a quiet place is ideal, Edith writes in “Principles of Women’s Education,” but if that is not possible, “then at least she must for a moment seal herself off inwardly against all other things and take refuge in the Lord. He is indeed there and can give us in a single moment what we need.”
The day’s work and problems will continue, Edith says, but we will remain at peace. “And when night comes, and retrospect shows that everything was patchwork and much which one had planned left undone, when so many things rouse shame and regret, then take all as it is, lay it in God’s hands, and offer it up to Him. In this way we will be able to rest in Him, actually to rest, and to begin the new day like a new life.”
The Eternal Reward
A woman who follows the natural rhythms of prayer, work, and rest and implores God to free her from her anxieties and selfish desires will be answered with the peace that comes from surrendering to God’s will. Women are natural contemplatives in the world, Edith says, because they have a knack for blending attentiveness to concrete tasks with a great capacity for silence and peace. Prayerful surrender to God in the midst of ordinary life is a natural fit for a woman’s soul. When directed to Jesus Christ, Edith says, “the surrender to which feminine nature inclines is here appropriate; on the other hand, we also find here the absolute love and surrender for which we seek vainly in people.” Surrender to Christ sets woman free; by fulfilling her deepest need, His love allows her to love others unselfishly: “We now seek for God’s image in each human being and want, above all, to help each human being win his freedom.”
The grace flowing from prayerful union with Christ does not eliminate suffering in a woman’s life, Edith says, but it provides an “inexhaustible source of power” that helps her navigate life’s trials and radiate God’s love to the world. Edith knew this truth firsthand. She witnessed to it in her life and, most profoundly, in her death. May her bold witness inspire women today to find their ultimate fulfillment in the God who is love.

excerpt from Colleen Cambpell's  Finding God in all things- a Woman's soul

O Divine Jealousy, You have wounded my heart!...



I am united to Jesus
By the bonds of Love,
And his infinite Grandeur
Makes his dwelling within me.

Oh! what inexpressible intoxication
I feel palpitating within me:
The burning, tender heart
Of my Spouse, of my King.

I suffer this exile without difficulty,
Living with my Spouse...
The chain joining me to the Jealous God
Is so sweet!...

O Divine Jealousy,
You have wounded my heart!...
You will be my rest and my happiness
All my life.

Deign to consume my whole being.
Jesus alone must live within me.
From now on I only want to be
The veil of my King!...

Thursday, January 30, 2014

Being Consumed Near My God

















1 Little Key, oh, I envy you!
For each day you can open
The prison of the Eucharist
Where the God of Love resides.
But, O what a sweet miracle!
By just an effort of my faith
I can also open the tabernacle
To hide near the Divine King...
 
2 Being consumed near my God
 In the sanctuary, I would like
To burn forever with mystery
Like the Lamp of the Holy Place....
Oh! what happiness... I have flames within me,
And each day I can win
A great number of souls for Jesus,
Inflaming them with his love...
 
3 At each daybreak I envy you,
O Sacred Altar Stone! As in the blessed stable,
On you the Eternal One wants to be born...
Ah! Deign to grant my prayer.
Come into my soul, Sweet Savior...
Far from being a cold stone,
It is the sigh of your Heart!
 
4 O Corporal surrounded by angels!
How enviable is your lot.
On you, as in his humble swaddling clothes,
I see Jesus, my only treasure.
Virgin Mary, change my heart
Into a pure, beautiful Corporal
To receive the white host,
Where your Sweet Lamb hides.
 
5 Holy Paten, I envy you.
Upon you Jesus comes to rest.
Oh! may his infinite grandeur
Deign to humble itself even to me...
Fulfilling my hope, Jesus
Does not wait until the evening of my life.
He comes within me; by his presence
I am a living Monstrance!...
 
6 Oh! how I envy the happy chalice
Where I adore the divine Blood....
But at the Holy Sacrifice
I can take it in each morning.
To Jesus my soul is dearer
Than precious vessels of gold.
The Altar is a new Calvary
Where his Blood still flows for me...
 
7 Jesus, holy and sacred Vine,
O my Divine King, You know
I am a cluster of golden grapes
Which must disappear for you.
Under the wine press of suffering,
I shall prove my love for you.
I want no other joy
Than to sacrifice myself each day.
 
8 Ah! what joy, I am chosen
Among the grains of pure Wheat
Who lose their lives for Jesus...
My delight is truly great!...
I am your dear spouse,
My Beloved, come live in me,
Oh! come, your beauty has ravished me.
Deign to transform me into You!....

My Virtue is You!

1 At the holy sepulcher, Mary Magdalene,
Searching for her Jesus, stooped down in tears.
The angels wanted to console her sorrow,
But nothing could calm her grief.
Bright angels, it was not you
Whom this fervent soul came searching for.
She wanted to see the Lord of the Angels,
To take him in her arms, to carry him far away.
 
2 Close by the tomb, the last one to stay,
She had come well before dawn.
Her God also came, veiling his light.
Mary could not vanquish him in love!
Showing her at first his Blessed Face,
Soon just one word sprang from his Heart.
Whispering the sweet name of: Mary,
Jesus gave back her peace, her happiness.

3 O my God, one day, like Mary Magdalene,
I wanted to see you and come close to you.
I looked down over the immense plain
Where I sought the Master and King,
And I cried, seeing the pure wave,
The starry azure, the flower, and the bird:
"Bright nature, if I do not see God,
You are nothing to me but a vast tomb.
 
4 "I need a heart burning with tenderness,
Who will be my support forever,
Who loves everything in me, even my weakness...
And who never leaves me day or night. "
I could find no creature
Who could always love me and never die.
I must have a God who takes on my nature
And becomes my brother and is able to suffer!
 
5 Your heard me, only Friend whom I love.
To ravish my heart, you became man.
You shed your blood, what a supreme mystery!..
And you still live for me on the Altar.
If I cannot see the brilliance of your Face
Or hear your sweet voice,
O my God, I can live by your grace,
I can rest on your Sacred Heart!
 
6 O Heart of Jesus, treasure of tenderness,
You Yourself are my happiness, my only hope.
You who knew how to charm my tender youth,
Stay near me till the last night.
Lord, to you alone I've given my life,
And all my desires are well-known to you.
 It's in your ever-infinite goodness
That I want to lose myself, O Heart of Jesus!
 
7 Ah! I know well, all our righteousness
Is worthless in your sight.
To give value to my sacrifices,
I want to cast them into your Divine Heart.
 You did not find your angels without blemish.
In the midst of lightning you gave your law!...
I hide myself in your Sacred Heart, Jesus.
I do not fear, my virtue is You!...
 
8 To be able to gaze on your glory,
I know we have to pass through fire.
So I, for my purgatory,
Choose your burning love, O heart of my God!
On leaving this life, my exiled soul
Would like to make an act of pure love,
And then, flying away to Heaven, its Homeland,
Enter straightaway into your Heart.

A Way of Life: The "Rule" of the Daughters of St. Philip Neri

*** The following is a working draft articulating the essence of the "vocation within a vocation" that is the life of the Daughter of St. Philip Neri as she seeks to respond to the call to Adoration, Reparation and Spiritual Motherhood for Priests.  We continue to pray for the guidance of the Holy Spirit to shape things as God desires . . .  


“Let us concentrate intensely on Christ’s divine love and let us enter deeply into the wound in His side, into the living font of the wisdom of God made man, so as to drown ourselves in Him and not be able to find again the road which leaves Him.” (St. Philip Neri)

These words capture poignantly the desires and hopes of the Daughters of St. Philip Neri who seek like their Patron (Heart of Fire and Martyr of Charity) to enter and remain hidden close to the heart of Christ so that enflamed by His Spirit of love their lives may become a sacrifice of praise to God. Reflecting on the difficult situation in which Christ’s Church struggles, they resolve to make their humble contribution to renew the life of the Christian faithful and in particular the priesthood through their dedication to Adoration, Reparation, and Spiritual Motherhood for Priests.

The Daughter of St. Philip Neri lives this out in imitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary by embracing the Will of God in joy and in sorrow, health and infirmity, prosperity and want, companionship and solitude, light and obscurity. In a word, she sees in every event of life an opportunity to enter, with the Blessed Virgin Mary, into the sacrifice of Christ the Priest.  In this way, a Daughter of St. Philip Neri can participate in the spiritual fecundity of the Mother of the Redeemer who, by her constant intercession, cares for the gift of life that ever flows from the open Heart of her Son, and cooperates with a mother’s love in the birth and upbringing of Christ’s faithful, her children.

It is to be understood, then, that the Daughter of St. Philip Neri embraces these realities not as an occasional devotion; they express, rather, the direction given to her whole life and the very nature of her womanhood and the need that exists everywhere for maternal sympathy and help for all those who are belabored and burdened. For example, her adoration may be said to be perpetual not because she never leaves her prie-dieu before the altar; it is perpetual because she makes the the Most Holy Eucharist the treasure of her life.  A Daughter of St. Philip Neri seeks to live only from the life of Jesus Christ in this divine Mystery.  She does this, however, not only through her adoration of the Lord in the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and through continuing that adoration in time spent before the Blessed Sacrament.  She also seeks in her heart to love and adore Him always, and in all her actions remain constantly united to Him.  

Therefore, even if nearly all Christians were ungrateful towards this mystery of love, she, at least, will not be and she will recognize the gift of God.  The Lord yearns for souls who would know how to appreciate its value, and it is to this desire that a Daughter of St. Philip Neri seeks to respond; that Jesus may find abundantly in her the glory and the delight that others refuse Him elsewhere!  She seeks by her ardour, to worthily repair for the coldness and impiety of so many others. 

The fact that the deepest sorrows of Christ's Heart are the scandals that involve His "other selves," His priests whom He has so loved and has so desired to draw into the highest sanctity, shapes the response of the Daughter of St. Philip Neri.  The evidence of infidelity in priests should arouse in her heart the wish to expiate.

Not by prayer alone, but by prayer and mortification. This need not mean extraordinary bodily austerities. But it does mean the patient endurance of whatever trials the Lord may send; or the withdrawal of the pleasures and satisfactions previously had; or the silent endurance of rejection and mistrust; or the quiet bearing up with a painful illness, disability or wasting disease. What form the mortification takes is secondary. What is primary is the will to expiate. And this will should become imperative: Progressively and always with the restraint that is guided by humble obedience to spiritual direction the Daughter of St. Philip Neri must develop a thirst for reparation that intensifies as she grows in her love of Jesus Christ.

She earnestly seeks to learn the art of reparation so that the very little things that bother her, the little trivia of human limitations around her, the little contradictions and disappointments, can all be gathered up and offered in reparation. They become the myrrh of life.

Thus, it is the ever growing love for Christ and desire to make reparation for sins that is the essence and source of the Spiritual Maternity of the Daughter of St. Philip Neri.  This "vocation within vocation" is held out to her as a way of life and a call to a deeper self-offering to God within the context of her daily life and vocation.  The espousal of the soul to Christ and the depth of that union is at the core of Spiritual Motherhood and is the source of its generativity and the promise of the fruit of her intercession on behalf of priests.





Daily Offering of Self

O My God! Most Blessed Trinity, I desire to Love You and make You Loved, to work for the glory of Holy Church by saving souls on earth and liberating those suffering in purgatory. I desire to accomplish Your will perfectly and to reach the degree of glory You have prepared for me in Your Kingdom. I desire, in a word, to be a saint, but I feel my helplessness and I beg You, O my God! to be Yourself my Sanctity!

Since You loved me so much as to give me Your only Son as my Savior and my Spouse, the infinite treasures of His merits are mine. I offer them to You with gladness, begging You to look upon me only in the Face of Jesus and in His heart burning with Love.

I offer You, too, all the merits of the saints (in heaven and on earth), their acts of Love, and those of the holy angels. Finally, I offer You, O Blessed Trinity! the Love and merits of the Blessed Virgin, my dear Mother. It is to her I abandon my offering, begging her to present it to You. Her Divine Son, my Beloved Spouse, told us in the days of His mortal life: "Whatsoever you ask the Father in my name he will give it to you!" I am certain, then, that You will grant my desires; I know, O my God! that the more You want to give, the more You make us desire. I feel in my heart immense desires and it is with confidence I ask You to come and take possession of my soul. Ah! I cannot receive Holy Communion as often as I desire, but, Lord, are You not all-powerful?Remain in me as in a tabernacle and never separate Yourself from Your little victim.

I want to console You for the ingratitude of the wicked, and I beg of You to take away my freedom to displease You. If through weakness I sometimes fall, may Your Divine Glance cleanse my soul immediately, consuming all my imperfections like the fire that transforms everything into itself.

I thank You, O my God! for all the graces You have granted me, especially the grace of making me pass through the crucible of suffering. It is with joy I shall contemplate You on the Last Day carrying the sceptre of Your Cross. Since You deigned to give me a share in this very precious Cross, I hope in heaven to resemble You and to see shining in my glorified body the sacred stigmata of Your Passion.

After earth's Exile, I hope to go and enjoy You in the Fatherland, but I do not want to lay up merits for heaven. I want to work for Your Love alone with the one purpose of pleasing You, consoling Your Sacred Heart, and saving souls who will love You eternally.

In the evening of this life, I shall appear before You with empty hands, for I do not ask You, Lord, to count my works. All our justice is stained in Your eyes. I wish, then, to be clothed in Your own Justice and to receive from Your Love the eternal possession of Yourself. I want no other Throne, no other Crown but You, my Beloved!

Time is nothing in Your eyes, and a single day is like a thousand years. You can, then, in one instant prepare me to appear before You.

In order to live in one single act of perfect Love, I OFFER MYSELF AS A VICTIM OF HOLOCAUST TO YOUR MERCIFUL LOVE, asking You to consume me incessantly, allowing the waves of infinite tenderness shut up within You to overflow into my soul, and that thus I may become a martyr of Your Love, O my God!

May this martyrdom, after having prepared me to appear before You, finally cause me to die and may my soul take its flight without any delay into the eternal embrace of Your Merciful Love.

I want, O my Beloved, at each beat of my heart to renew this offering to You an infinite number of times, until the shadows having disappeared I may be able to tell You of my Love in an Eternal Face to Face!



Prayer for Priests

Father most holy,
I offer You the prayers, works,
joys, and sufferings of this day
by placing them in the holy and venerable hands
of Jesus, the Eternal High Priest,
and by saying, as He did upon entering the world,
“Behold, I come to do Your will” (Hebrews 10:9).
For the sake of all His priests,
and in particular for the priest(s)
entrusted to my maternal intercession,
I entreat Your beloved Son to unite my offering
to the Sacrifice of the Cross,
renewed upon the altars of Your Church
from the rising of the sun to its setting (Malachy 1:11).
Most merciful Father,
look upon these men chosen by Your Son
to show forth His death until He comes (1 Cor 11:26);
keep them from the Evil One (John 17:15)
and sanctify them in the truth (John 17:17).
Bind them by a most tender love
to the Virgin Mary, their Mother
that, by her intercession,
they may be overshadowed by the power of the Holy Spirit (Luke 1:35)
in every act of their sacred ministry;
thus may their priesthood reveal
the Face of Jesus and the merciful love of His Heart,
for the fruitfulness of His spouse, the Church.
and the praise of Your glory. Amen.









Wednesday, January 29, 2014

My Only Homeland

1 Jesus, your ineffable image
Is the star that guides my steps.
Ah! you know, your sweet Face
Is for me Heaven on earth.
My love discovers the charms
Of your Face adorned with tears.
I smile through my own tears
When I contemplate your sorrows....
 
2 Oh! To console you I want
To live unknown on earth!....
Your beauty, which you know how to veil,
Discloses for me all its mystery.
I would like to fly away to you!....
 
3 Your Face is my only Homeland.
It's my Kingdom of love.
It's my cheerful Meadow,
Each day, my sweet Sun.
It's the Lily of the Valley
Whose mysterious perfume
Consoles my exiled soul,
Making it taste the peace of Heaven.
 
4 It's my Rest, my Sweetness
And my melodious Lyre....
Your Face, O my sweet Savior,
Is the Divine bouquet of Myrrh
I want to keep on my heart!...
 
5 Your Face is my only wealth.
I ask for nothing more.
Hiding myself in it unceasingly,
I will resemble you, Jesus....
Leave in me the Divine impress
Of your Features filled with sweetness,
And soon I'll become holy.
I shall draw hearts to you.
 
6 So that I may gather
A beautiful golden harvest,
Deign to set me aflame with your fire.
With your adored Mouth,
Give me soon the eternal Kiss!...
 

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

In you I have everything, the earth and even Heaven

1  Scorning earthly joys,
I've become a prisoner.
I've seen that all pleasures are passing.
You are my only joy,
Lord!...
 
2  Beneath my feet the grass has been crushed.
The flower in my hand has withered!...
Jesus, I want to run in your meadow.
My steps won't leave a trace
On it!...
 
3  It's your love alone that transports me.
I leave my flock on the plain.
I don't take the trouble to tend it.
I just want to please my one
New Lamb.
 
4  Jesus, you are the Lamb I love.
You are all I need, O supreme good!
In you I have everything, the earth and even Heaven.
The Flower that I pick, O my King!
Is You!...
 
5  In you, I've the beauty of nature.
I've the rainbow, pure snow,
Distant islands, the ripe harvest,
Butterflies, the bright springtime,
The fields.
 
6  I've the ship slipping away from the beach,
The golden wake and the shore,
I've the sun decorating the cloud
As it disappears
From the sky.
 
7  You whose hand upholds the spheres,
Who plant the deep forests,
You who at a mere glance make them ferule,
You always watch over me
With a look of Love!....
 
8  Drawn to the gentle flame,
The moth flies and catches on fire.
So your love draws my soul.
In it I want to fly,
To burn!...
 
9  My God, I already hear
Your eternal feast being prepared.
Taking my silent harp from the willows,
I'm going to sit down near you,
To see You.
 
10  With You, I'll see Mary,
The Saints, my dear family...
After this life's exile I'll go
To see my Father's house again
In Heaven!...

Monday, January 27, 2014

Living on Love

1 On the evening of Love, speaking without parable, Jesus said: "If anyone wishes to love me
All his life, let him keep my Word.
My Father and I will come to visit him.
And we will make his heart our dwelling.
Coming to him, we shall love him always.
We want him to remain, filled with peace,
In our Love!..."

2  Living on Love is holding You Yourself.
Uncreated Word, Word of my God,
Ah! Divine Jesus, you know I love you.
The Spirit of Love sets me aflame with his fire.
In loving you I attract the Father.
My weak heart holds him forever.
0 Trinity! You are Prisoner
Of my Love!...

3  Living on Love is living on your life,
Glorious King, delight of the elect.
You live for me, hidden in a host.
I want to hide myself for you, O Jesus!
Lovers must have solitude,
A heart-to-heart lasting night and day.
Just one glance of yours makes my beatitude.
I live on Love!...

4  Living on Love is not setting up one's tent
At the top of Tabor.
It's climbing Calvary with Jesus,
It's looking at the Cross as a treasure!...
In Heaven I'm to live on joy. Then trials will have fled forever,
But in exile, in suffering I want
To live on Love.

5  Living on Love is giving without limit
Without claiming any wages here below.
Ah! I give without counting, truly sure
That when one loves, one does not keep count!...
Overflowing with tenderness, I have given everything,
To his Divine Heart.... lightly I run.
I have nothing left but my only wealth:
Living on Love. 

6  Living on Love is banishing every fear,
Every memory of past faults.
I see no imprint of my sins.
In a moment love has burned everything
Divine Flame, O very sweet Blaze!
I make my home in your hearth.
In your fire I gladly sing:
"I live on Love!..."

7  Living on Love is keeping within oneself
A great treasure in an earthen vase.
My Beloved, my weakness is extreme.
Ah, I'm far from being an angel from heaven!..
But if I fall with each passing hour,
You come to my aid, lifting me up.
At each moment you give me your grace:
I live on Love.

8  Living on Love is sailing unceasingly,
Sowing peace and joy in every heart.
Beloved Pilot, Charity impels me,
For I see you in my sister souls.
Charity is my only star.
In its brightness I sail straight ahead.
I've my motto written on my sail:
"Living on Love."

9  Living on Love, when Jesus is sleeping,
Is rest on stormy seas.
Oh! Lord, don't fear that I'll wake you.
I'm waiting in peace for Heaven's shore....
Faith will soon tear its veil.
My hope is to see you one day.
Charity swells and pushes my sail:
I live on Love!...

10  Living on Love, O my Divine Master,
Is begging you to spread your Fire
In the holy, sacred soul of your Priest.
May he be purer than a seraphim in Heaven!...
Ah! glorify your Immortal Church!
Jesus, do not be deaf to my sighs.
I, her child, sacrifice myself for her,
I live on Love.

11  Living on Love is wiping your Face,
It's obtaining the pardon of sinners.
O God of Love! may they return to your grace,
And may they forever bless your Name
Even in my heart the blasphemy resounds.
To efface it, I always want to sing:
"I adore and love your Sacred Name.
I live on Love!..."
 
12  Living on Love is imitating Mary,
Bathing your divine feet that she kisses, transported.
With tears, with precious perfume,
She dries them with her long hair...
Then standing up, she shatters the vase,
And in turn she anoints your Sweet Face.
As for me, the perfume with which I anoint your Face
Is my Love!....
 
13  "Living on Love, what strange folly!"
The world says to me, "Ah! stop your singing,
Don't waste your perfumes, your life.
Learn to use them well..."
Loving you, Jesus, is such a fruitful loss!...
All my perfumes are yours forever.
I want to sing on leaving this world:
"I'm dying of Love!"
 
14  Dying of Love is a truly sweet martyrdom,
And that is the one I wish to suffer.
O Cherubim! Tune your lyre,
For I sense my exile is about to end!...
Flame of Love, consume me unceasingly.
Life of an instant, your burden is so heavy to me!
Divine Jesus, make my dream come true:
To die of Love!...
 
15  Dying of Love is what I hope for.
When I shall see my bonds broken,
My God will be my Great Reward.
I don't desire to possess other goods.
I want to be set on fire with his Love.
I want to see Him, to unite myself to Him forever.
That is my Heaven... that is my destiny:
Living on Love!!!