The Dark Night

The Dark Night

One dark night, fired with love's urgent longings - ah, the sheer grace! - I went out unseen, my house being now all stilled. In darkness, and secure, by the secret ladder, disguised, - ah, the sheer grace! - in darkness and concealment, my house being now all stilled. On that glad night in secret, for no one saw me, nor did I look at anything with no other light or guide than the One that burned in my heart. This guided me more surely than the light of noon to where he was awaiting me - him I knew so well - there in a place where no one appeared. O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn! O night that has united the Lover with his beloved, transforming the Beloved into his Lover. Upon my flowering breast, which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping, and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars. When the breeze blew from the turret, as I parted his hair, it wounded my neck with its gentle hand, suspending all my senses. I abandoned and forgot myself, laying my face on my Beloved; all things ceased; I went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.

Padre Pio – Celebrates the Eucharist

A rare privilege to watch a saint celebrate Mass!

This documentary video shows the celebration of the /eucharist by Padre Pio,now, St.Pio

Cry of the Heart

My Prayer

Lord, do others speak to you in whole sentences.

My prayer is like me in my raw and bewildered state,

mind and feelings at war within me,

straining to understand, to comprehend myself,

and wondering what You desire,

still in a quandary to know what to pray;

indeed, how to prayer.

All I know is that You, O Lord, are.

Though I seem alone, You are with me,

Your Holy Name, my byword.

My prayer is Your Name,

Now echoing in the Father’s ear.

I do not call it back.

It shall resound through eternity,

and on its strains I hold fast.

I wait and I adore.

Let me rest here,

safe in Your embrace.

By Joann Nelander