You Have Told Me, O God, To

By Virtue Of Creation, And Still More The Incarnation, Nothing Here Below Is Profane For Those Who Know How To See.

Not Everything Is Immediately Good To Those Who Seek God; But Everything Is Capable Of Becoming Good.

Without You, Without Your Onslaughts, Without Your Uprootings Of Us, We Should Remain All Our Lives Inert, Stagnant, Puerile, Ignorant Both Of Ourselves And Of God. You Who Batter Us And Then Dress Our Wounds, You Who Resist Us And Yield To Us, You Who Wreck And Build, You Who Shackle And Liberate, The Sap Of Our Souls, The Hand Of God, The Flesh Of Christ: It Is You, Matter, That I Bless.

The Day Is Not Far Distant When Humanity Will Realize That Biologically It Is Faced With A Choice Between Suicide And Adoration.

Each Element Of The Cosmos Is Positively Woven From All The Others...the Universe Holds Together, And Only One Way Of Considering It Is Really Possible, That Is, To Take It As A Whole, In One Piece.