One of the principal ends for which God gave [St. Joseph] to [Our Lady] as her spouse was that he might always be her a companion and guardian, a guide and protector, in all the various necessities and vicissitudes of life… And Mary, too, brought up in the sanctuary, far from the noise and tumult of the world… who with trusting faith had united herself to Joseph, to be henceforth his inseparable companion, how could she ever have consented to leave him, and moreover, for so long a time? … [Who] could admit for a moment that our Lady at that tender age went unattended, or that Joseph, for any cause whatever could have allowed his virgin spouse to make so long a journey without accompanying her.
I would fain know something of the conversation between these two great souls; but I imagine Mary spoke only of Him of whom she was full, and breathed only the Saviour; and St. Joseph on his part respired only after the Saviour, who was darting secret rays into his heart, awakening it a thousand inexplicable feelings, and, even as the wine enclosed in casks acquires insensibly the odour of the lowering vines, so the heart of this holy Patriarch experienced, without knowing how, the fragrance, the power, and the strength of the Divine Infant who had blossomed in his fair vineyard.
- vicissitude – a change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant
Roads go ever ever on,
Over rock and under tree,
By caves where never sun has shone,
By streams that never find the sea;
Over snow by winter sown,
And through the merry flowers of June,
Over grass and over stone,
And under mountains in the moon.
Roads go ever ever on
Under cloud and under star,
Yet feet that wandering have gone
Turn at last to home afar.
Eyes that fire and sword have seen
And horror in the halls of stone
Look at last on meadows green
And trees and hills they long have known.
In Conversation with God:
Jesus feels a tremendous need to pray… He… falls down, dejected…
… so intense was the sadness he was suffering that it could have killed him… He who is innocence itself takes upon himself all the sins of man…
All those causes of suffering were captured in all their intensity by the soul of Christ…
He sees the deplorable opposition of so many who scorn the happiness he offers them, the uselessness of the generous sacrifice He will offer in vain for so many more…
Perhaps in that sate of tremendous helplessness He seeks a little company, a little human warmth… They still did not love enough… In them the Lord found no support; they had been chosen for this…
You are terrified and depressed, worn down by exhaustion and… dread… I… will not allow you to be tempted beyond your strength…
Volo quidquid vis, volo quia vis, volo quomodo vis, volo quamdiu vis…
The Rhythm of Life:
I suppose that’s what makes a crisis a crisis, the fact that you don’t know when it will end, and what the outcome will be, or even if it will end.
… when you walk away, i count the steps that you take…
… i will find him find him sitting on my doorstep waiting for a surprise, and he will feel like he’s been there for hours, and i can tell he’ll be there for life…
… loneliness pacing up and down these hallways, second-guessing every thought, mystified, just spinning ’round in circles, drowning in the silent screaming with nothing left to say, every time i reach for you, there’s no one there to hold on to, nothing left for me to miss, i’m letting go, letting go of this, lost my mind thinking it through, the light inside has left me, too, now i know what empty is, i’ve had enough, i’ve had enough of this, i believe that love should be a reason to give and get back in return, i want to breathe in a new beginning with someone who will wrap their arms around what’s left of me…