“And he went about doing good.”
This is true of all your saints, my Lord,
who humbly walked in your footsteps.
But what am I, dear God—
living this little, insignificant life,
trying each day to pray, to love,
to let light possess, and shine in and through
the tiny heart within my breast?…
I know that your heart yearns, little one, to create something beautiful, a testament of love, a reflection, in the dimness of this world, of the radiant beauty of my own eternal light. I know the longing within to give birth without, the desire to create, sharing in eternal creativity. I want you to know, beloved, and to feel that the greatest masterpiece which I desire for you is the unspeakable beauty which is you yourself. You, the one whom I infinitely love, are the icon, transparent to my shining glory, enfolded in my grace, a blaze of fiery light bursting through the eyes, a figure whose countenance, whose heart, whose life is a reflection of the life, the heart, the face which is my own.