| BkVII:3.I.1 | My child, Listen to the voice of the beloved of your soul. Stay in the sweetness of its song. Immerse yourself in the depths of its beauty. Think, soul in love: What will the flowers hear so that they open in gratitude and beautify life? What do the waters listen to so that they begin to dance with joy? What does love whisper to the human heart so that it can love even God? Every morning life is reborn. Every moment, the whisper of love is heard in the creatures. Everyone has a heart. The melodies of creation are awakened. Everything sings happily. Created beings rise to bear witness to love. Each day corresponds to its melody, a melody of love and truth. Listen to the music of your heart. Watch how everything praises love. Colors beautify the gardens. The saints of holiness express their joy and give thanks for having been called to life. The banquet is served. The beloved calls everyone to sit at the table, to enjoy the delights of creating the holy, the beautiful, the perfect. Rejoice in your glory. It is the glory of the Mother. |