The Hour I Have Long Wished For

Alas, O Lord, To What A State Dost Thou Bring Those Who Love Thee!

Hope, O My Soul, Hope. You Know Neither The Day Nor The Hour.

The Same Know Contentment, For Beauty Is Their Lover, And Beauty Is Never Absent From This World.

If We Do Not Use Great Care To Mortify Our Will, There Are Many Things Which Can Deprives Us Of The Holy Freedom Of Spirit That We Are Seeking In Order To Fly More Freely To Our Creator, Without Always Being Bogged Down With The Clay Of This Earth. Moreover, There Can Never Be Solid Virtue In A Soul That Is Attached To Its Own Will.

Ah, How True It Is That We Love Ourselves Too Much And Proceed With Too Much Human Prudence, That We May Not Lose An Atom Of Our Consideration! Oh, What A Great Mistake That Is! The Saints Did Not Act Thus.