Above all, trust in the slow work of God. We are quite naturally impatient in everything to reach the end without delay. We should like to skip the intermediate stages. We are impatient of being on the way to something unknown, something new.
And yet it is the law of all progress that it is made by passing through some stages of instability— and that it may take a very long time.
And so I think it is with you; your ideas mature gradually—let them grow, let them shape themselves, without undue haste. Don’t try to force them on, as though you could be today what time (that is to say, grace and circumstances acting on your own good will) will make of you tomorrow.
Only God could say what this new spirit gradually forming within you will be. Give Our Lord the benefit of believing that his hand is leading you, and accept the anxiety of feeling yourself in suspense and incomplete.
Take Lord and receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding and my will, all that I have and possess. Everything I have is yours, for you have given it all to me; to you I return it. Take me, Lord, and do what you like with me, only give me your grace and your love, for that is enough for me. Amen.
Lord, make me an instrument of your peace: where there is hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt, faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where there is sadness, joy.
O divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console, to be understood as to understand, to be loved as to love. For it is in giving that we receive, it is in pardoning that we are pardoned, and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life. Amen.
Signore, fa di me uno strumento della Tua Pace: Dove è odio, fa ch’io porti l’Amore, Dove è offesa, ch’io porti il Perdono, Dove è discordia, ch’io porti l’Unione, Dove è dubbio, ch’io porti la Fede, Dove è errore, ch’io porti la Verità, Dove è disperazione, ch’io porti la Speranza, Dove è tristezza, ch’io porti la Gioia, Dove sono le tenebre, ch’io porti la Luce. Maestro, fa che io non cerchi tanto Ad esser consolato, quanto a consolare; Ad essere compreso, quanto a comprendere; Ad essere amato, quanto ad amare. Poiché, così è: Dando, che si riceve; Perdonando, che si è perdonati; Morendo, che si risuscita a Vita Eterna
I am the great Sun, but you do not see me. I am your Husband, but you turn away. I am the Captive, but you do not free me. I am the Captain you will not obey. I am the Truth, but you will not believe me. I am the City, where you will not stay. I am your Wife, your Child, but you will leave me. I am that God, to whom you will not pray. I am your Counsel, but you do not hear me. I am the Lover, whom you will betray. I am the Victor, but you do not cheer me. I am the Holy Dove, whom you will slay. I am your Life, but you will not name me. Seal up your soul with tears and never blame me.
Be the foundation of my being. May I sit in you in true rest, stand in you in sure thought, and be rooted in you in endless love. Reveal yourself to me so that I may know my true nature better and act a I truly am.