Our Love for this creature...
who receives the sowing of Our Divine Lives, is so Great that...
as We Speak to her about Our Will, Our Eternal Love pours over her...
unleashing Itself and feeling loved in return.
The weight of human ingratitude
—of not being loved—remains empty...
because We find one who Loves Us with Our Love.
This has the virtue of making up for all the Love that all the creatures should give Us. Of burning all their evils, and of filling and shortening the greatest distances.
Our Love finds in her Our refreshments.
Our revenges.
So We Love her Infinitely.
But We are not satisfied in Loving her by Ourselves.
We make her Loved by the Celestial Queen, as a more than tender daughter. By the Angels and the Saints, as their inseparable sister. We make her loved by Heaven, the sun, the wind—by everyone.
They feel in her the Strength, the Virtue of Our Love.
They feel fortunate to love her, because she is the Bearer of Joys for all.
And Our Love and the content We feel are such that We call her...
‘Our Consoler, Our Fiat whom We keep on earth, Our Depository.’
All is Ours within her.
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