Notebook 107
True Life in God
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a desolation,
motionless,
totally
disconnected from Me, the Godhead! ah,
if your soul only knew in what dangers it
is crossing daily!
1
open your faculties, Vassula, and
absorb Me;
2
O Blessed Lord, You are the One
who ceaselessly dazzles my soul,
flowing in me like a fluorescent River
You brighten my soul,
placing in my heart the Light
in which I live;
I am still dumbfounded on Your choice
and that You joined Yourself in my soul,
that You joined Your Spirit
in the centre of my heart;
You have enlivened the Scriptures to me
and Your utterances in them
became audible in my ears
and understandable
in my heart and mind;
utterances of Divine Life;
You have brought to reality
the unreachable realities:
the Kingdom of Heaven ...
You made tangible Your Word
realising that truly the Triune God
is but one God alone;
and that all Three are one Substance,
one Power and one Knowledge ...
You have unveiled the hidden plans,
hidden in the abyss of Your Love
instructing us that our bodies too
can be resplendent
like Your Divine Light;
consubstantial with Your Son;
You have been putting my soul
in full awareness of Your Presence,
and ever since,
Your Friendship wounded
my heart inwardly,
1
Suddenly God stopped and turned to me and spoke
to me.
2
I understood ‘give Me full attention’, not that I was
not giving Him.
Your gaze on me shattered me;
Sensation and Reason,
what do I need you for?
Your Fire, God, has consumed me,
reducing my ego into ashes;
I am transitory,
surrounded by transitory things,
but You break the laws of nature
and new miracles appear daily
through Your Hand;
and whosoever approaches You,
You put alight, becoming flame,
but with a promise:
that he will not turn into ashes ...
Blessed is he who could grasp You
and embrace You,
virtue and divine Love
will be his daily bread;
O Good and Loving Father,
who invites each one of us
to abide inseparably with the Holy Trinity
and be gods by participation,
making it feasible for us to reach
the Divine stature
of Your Son, Jesus Christ;
Liturgy of my soul, Cathedral of my heart,
Perfumed Incense of the Universe,
Pitiless Archer, Divine Ode,
Abyss of transcendent Love,
Lustrous Crown,
Spiritual Scent of our soul,
Light Thrice Holy,
I am not anymore capable of uttering
any intelligible word... or praise ...
ah, Vassula, I mean to sing to you all the
days of your life; discover Me within
you; discover My Kingdom in the centre
of your heart; discover My Grandeur
within you; so tell Me, tell Me, what is
the great miracle of your epoch? tell Me!
tell Me!
© Vassula Rydén