Since ever I have known Love's mighty power
Thus hath it wrought its work within my soul—
Whate'er it findeth there, or good or ill,
It turneth all to gain; its living flame
Transforms my soul into its very self.[1]
How sweet is the way of Love!
True, one may fall, one may not be
always faithful, but Love, knowing how
to draw profit from all, very quickly
consumes whatsoever may displease Jesus,
leaving naught but humble and profound
peace in the innermost soul.
HIST. D'UNE AME, CH. VIII
Thinking one day of those who
offer themselves as victims to the Justice
of God in order to turn aside the punishment
reserved for sinners by taking it
upon themselves, I felt this offering to be
noble and generous, but I was far from
feeling moved to make it.
"O my Divine Master," I cried in the depths of my heart, "shall Thy
- ↑ St. John of the Cross.
