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True Life in God
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and, as a king
would pay tribute to his queen,
in this same manner,
in Your perfect goodness,
You paid tribute to my most unworthy soul
by showing Your beauty,
by showing me Your Holy Face;
Saving Fortress of my soul, shepherd me;
and let my soul enjoy Your sweetness;
You have given strength to feeble hands,
schooling me by addressing me
in a most delightful way,
shining Your Light
on murk and deep shadow;
Down there, in the murk,
Your Majesty descended
with sorrow in Your Eyes,
to free the slave-of-the-murky-world,
and reach my tomb.
I had died for lack of Wisdom.
Who was I, my Beloved,
to make so much of me?
Was it right for You, My King,
to fix Your Eyes on me
and adorn my soul in royal vestments
with Your Word, without risking
to cheapen Your Works for my sake?
Yes, I had perished
as I was leaving the womb;
like a still-born child I came into the world
with a cloud hanging over me;
I thought I was, but I had never been,
not until You came to blow life in me;
When I opened my eyes
and saw from a distance Your Presence,
my heart blossomed like a flower
and all that was
like crumbling rotten wood within me
transmogrified into a garden;
then my cheeks filled with happy laughter
to see my Redeemer
standing so near me;
and my lips broke a cry of joy
from the moment I drew the breath of Life.
Your Works, Emmanuel,
are great, beyond all reckoning,
Your Marvels, Emmanuel,
past all counting;
and now, I will give free rein to my joy;
I shall let my delighted soul speak out:
Today I need not call the tomb I laid in:
“my bridegroom”
and the worm:
“my friend, brother and sister”;
Today I call Life: “my Bridegroom,
my friend, brother and sister”;
in You, I gather my myrrh,
from You I am nourished with honey,
and wine and milk
is the drink You give me;
And so, I pray kneeling, and I entreat
with You to gather all Your Flowers
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so that they may know
that Your company, Holy One,
is radiance to the soul,
riches not to be numbered.
Your Companionship, Myrrh of my soul,
is pure contentment;
I am now like a child, happy and disposed;
whosoever ventures
to exhale fiery breaths against Your child,
Your strong Arm will be there
to protect it;
Evil can never triumph over love,
and where love is, You are...
I shall never be deserted...
do you think I am not touched,
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My
beloved, with all My Heart? do not listen
to all the noise they make around you;
cloistered in your Saviour’s Heart you
are; in there is your refreshment; remain
in Me, My sister, My own; open your
hand ....
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Souls.
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Jesus spoke.
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Jesus leaned His beautiful Head and graciously
kissed the interior of my right hand; then placed it on
His cheek, manifesting His tenderness and love; then
drawing it down again, He made the sign of the cross
inside it, on my palm.
© Vassula Rydén
