Alas, O Lord, To What A State

Anyone Who Truly Loves God Travels Securely.

God Gave Us Faculties For Our Use; Each Of Them Will Receive Its Proper Reward. Then Do Not Let Us Try To Charm Them To Sleep, But Permit Them To Do Their Work Until Divinely Called To Something Higher.

Let Us Remember That Within Us There Is A Palace Of Immense Magnificence.

O My God, What Must A Soul Be Like When It Is In This State! It Longs To Be All One Tongue With Which To Praise The Lord. It Utters A Thousand Pious Follies, In A Continuous Endeavor To Please Him Who Thus Possesses It.

Accustom Yourself Continually To Make Many Acts Of Love, For They Enkindle And Melt The Soul.