Our Love runs continuously toward the creature.
Our Loving Motion that never ceases runs in the beating of the heart, in the thoughts of the mind, in the breathing of the lungs, in the blood that circulates. It runs—always runs, and vivifies, with Our Note and Motion of Love, the heartbeat, the thought, the breath, and It wants the encounter with the love palpitating, with the breath loving, with the thought that receives and gives Us love.
And while Our Love runs with unreachable rapidity, the love of the creature does not meet with Ours—it remains behind, and does not follow the race of Our Love that runs without ever stopping.
And as We see that We are not even followed while We continue to go around in the heartbeat, in the breath, in the whole being of the creature, delirious, We exclaim: ‘Our Love is not known, nor received, nor loved by the creature! And if she receives It, it is without knowing It!’
O! how hard it is to Love and not to be loved.
Yet, if Our Love did not run, their lives would cease in one instant.
It would happen as to the clock: if there is the winding, it makes its ‘tic, tic’ heard, and it marks the hours and the minutes in an admirable way, and it serves to maintain the order of the day, the public order.
If the winding ceases, the ‘tic, tic’ can no longer be heard. It is stopped, as though lifeless. And there can be many disorders, because the clock is not moving.
Such that, as this Celestial Winding runs, the heart palpitates, the blood circulates, the breath is formed. These can be called the hours, the minutes, the instants of the clock of the life of the creature.
And in seeing that if I do not let the winding of My Love run, they cannot live, and yet I am not Loved back, My Love continues Its Race, but with the attitude of Dolorous and Delirious Love.
Now, who will remove from Us this Sorrow?
And will soothe Our Loving Delirium?
One who will have Our Divine Will as Life. Our Will, as Life, will form the winding in the heartbeat, in the breath, and so forth, of the creature. It will form the Sweet Encounter with Our Love.
And Our winding and theirs will proceed at the same rate. Our continuous ‘tic’ will be followed by their ‘tic,’ and Our Love will no longer be alone in running, but will have Its race together with the creature.
Therefore, I want nothing other than My Will.
My Will in the creature.
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