Love is a Mystery

 

Sally-thinking

By its single touch all is transformed,

into beauty and something pleasing,

to God.

 

Dwelling deep in her soul,

she incites her to action,

knowing only God himself is worthy of it … and has it to give.

 

Not worrying about outcomes,

Having done what was in her power … at the time,

and remains in the calm presence of God,

now enjoyed almost constantly.

 

Waiting for the next assault from the foe,

Her peace is well protected.

 

(Derived/inspired by Divine Mercy in My Soul, St. Faustina … Autobiography and Diaries)

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