How long it takes, Lord, to understand
that only through mercy can we be loved,
and that no esteem,
no admiration,
no trust
can come from You to us
without first passing through Your mercy.
It is a long process: but it comes.
Like a blind and deaf child,
on its mother's knees,
drowned in darkness and solitude,
so we discover our soul
between the two knees of Your Providence.
And Your spirit then envelops us:
that finger of the Father's right hand,
like a mother's hand,
revealing,
educating,
reuniting its child with life.
By impulse Your spirit guides us;
by contact it announces to us what is.
Its silent embrace sows in our heart a seed of words.
To the words we speak in our solitude and darkness,
the silence of Your spirit responds;
a silence whose closeness surrounds us
and teaches us.
For this, it is enough for us to know that our eyes are truly
incapable of seeing
and our ears deaf
to all
that is You.
Interruzione del titolo Letture del giorno Altri Contenuti
- Testi concessi da San Paolo E.