Notebook 111 True Life in God 13 __________________________________________________________________________________ give Me cause to ravish My Heart; a little thing like this is a sweetly scented sacrifice ... I had, in the past, felt somewhat Your Judgment when I had scorned, before I met You and Your Law; yet, You came to me, out of pity and lifted me... You breathed in me and You made me whole; O Compassionate God! open the eyes of Your people; they are great in numbers who do not see... should mountains topple to mingle with waves, should rocks melt like wax before My Face, to those who fear Me, I would still be merciful ... Lord, to see You is indeed a formidable sight; majestic in beauty, Your Name transcends earth and heaven and has the sound of a Lyric in my ears; I bless You who are my Counsellor, while in my sleep You are my Plea; Your Word flashes far and wide upon the earth and wherever it reaches it raises the dead; Your Sovereignty is an eternal Sovereignty; a thousand gems formed Your mantle as I saw You, stepping out between the clouds; like a Bridegroom who descends delicately a staircase, You stepped forward, and with open arms You spoke to me: "you are a dwelling place for Me since I have acquitted you; now you will be My pupil under My instructions and I will teach you the way to go... you will sing a new song in My honour to thwart the evil plans of My enemies who harm My Church; never fear, even if you hear no speech or sound from Me; I am always with you... I shall be your Lamp to lighten your feet; even though your assailants will fall on you like an avalanche, do not fear, beside you I Am; I have girted you with My Strength to prevail and raise My Church from under the mud and glorify Me;" then allow me, Lord, once more to mount on Your cherub and fly to You my God, soaring on the wings of the wind1 to hear the Voice of my God and raise the veil of the Bridegroom and contemplate on His Sweetness and His Divinity; for Your Love will be before my eyes... my spirit in fervour will not keep asking my heart: 'how much longer will He hide His Face from you?' for how long will He keep you waiting to carry me2 to the heights, ascending towards His Courts in which I receive Instruction and Knowledge, and where other ascents are granted to me, reaching other heights, in greater lights of Understanding, penetrating the 1 Ps 18: 10. 2 my spirit.
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