Cold March evening

Grace

I first saw God when I was a child, six years of age.
The cheeks of the sun were pale before him,
and the earth acted like a shy girl, like me.

Divine light entered my heart from his love,
that did never fully wane,
though indeed, dear, I can understand how a person’s faith can at times flicker,
for what is the mind to do with something that becomes the mind’s ruin:
a God that consumes us in his grace.

I have seen what you want; it is there, a beloved of infinite tenderness.

– St. Catherine of Siena (14th century)

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