Hello, Lord.
Here I am.
Do I feel my heart dilated, Lord, when you come near to me?
Thank you, Lord, for your sweet consolations, for which I let you bate me.
Yet even I fight these at times, Lord.
Still, you send them, and I cannot help but be aware of them.
But what of your Cross, Lord?
"This, too, is a form of consolation. A suffering that is an experience of Love."
And the dark nights, Lord?
"This is a preparation for the Cross, the true union with Myself. Come quickly, and do not hinder the night. I myself will lead you.
Come... come... come...."
Oh Lord, how good and merciful you are. You are so patient with me.
I want to be closer to you.
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