Thursday, April 14, 2011

Contemplate, my soul

Contemplate, my soul, with anxious pleasure, with bitter joy and half-constricted heart, your highest good in Jesus' suffering, how for you, out of the thorns that pierce him, the tiny 'keys of Heaven' bloom! You can pluck much sweet fruit from his wormwood; therefore gaze without pause upon him!

Consider, how his blood-stained back in every aspect is like heaven, in which, after the watery deluge was released upon our flood of sins, the most beautiful rainbow as God's sign of grace was placed!

St. John's Passion