Deus Meus Et Omnia!

Oh God, would You this day answer me this question: can we stay all needless suffering throughout the world and stem the tide of pride that says we must needs suffer immeasurably? Does it not say, Oh God, one small seed pod may become a tree so spree that birds can sprawl in its branches? When I read Novalis hymn, I pray for him here that there where he is, is blissful and content. Deaths pains are but a bursting forth, Sign of glad departure. Swift in the narrow little boat, Swift to the heavenly shore we float. What he wrote, Jesus, does it mean the rapture? Is that mature? Pride makes all false strides for maturity while being itself infantile. And pride may make men lazy hoping for a rested rapture. What about St. Luis De Montfort? What was his ideal on the deliverance from sin and all love of evil? This, Jesus, is the sure rapture; to recapture our original innocents without falling further into sin. It is in me, Jesus, to unconsciously hate Holy! Help me, Holy Jesus! What about John Paul II when he said: we must have the audacity to forge new paths to the ultimate truth? What then of this blissful abode; where we may reap our reward for penance without further inner rebellion countering graces effects? Will You give us this, God? Infinite and mysterious, Thrills through us a sweet trembling As if from far there echoed thus A sigh, our grief resembling. Our loved ones yearn as well as we, And sent to us this longing breeze. (Hymns To The Night quoted here) I wait for You God. Mother of God help me to remain seated in Your Wisdom! O Seat of WisdomPray for Us!