Thursday 1st January 2009

The heart attack prevented the loving effusion of the prayer but not its essential groan: Abbà.

 

Abbà, Abbà, Abbà endlessly. It was the sound of the spheres, it was the sound of the heart, it was the sound of the Word, it was the sound of Love, it was the sound of the Cross, it was the sound of the Whit morning. It was the sound of the infinite.

 

More and more he joined up and got close to God through his heart attack, that caused him a psycho-physical depression for the dead-like grip of the winter cold.

 

Here on the earth we are already immersed in eternity, thanks to our temporality.

 

Lord Jesus, transform me in You so that I can be the joy of the Father and of the Spirit.

 

Jesus, I am more thirsty, I feel an exponential, extreme thirst for You. Jesus I am thirst for You. I am thirsty for Your thirst for me.

This article is available in Italian too