Come, Holy Spirit |
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Saint Mary Magdalene de Pazzi |
How
truly wonderful you are, O Word of God, in the Holy Spirit; you cause
him to infuse the soul with you, that it may join itself to God,
conceive God, savour God, taste nothing but God.
The Holy Spirit enters the soul, sealed with that
precious seal of the blood of the Word, the Lamb that was slain. Indeed
it is this blood that urges him to come, although the Spirit is moved of
himself and desires to come.
This moving Spirit in himself is the substance of the
Father and of the Word, proceeding from the essence of the Father and
the will of the Word, coming like a fountain into the soul, which is
submerged in it. And just as two streams which rise separately mingle
together so that the lesser loses its own name and takes the name of the
greater, this divine Spirit acts in the same way when he enters the
soul in order to join himself to it. The soul must lose its own name,
which is the lesser, and relinquish it to the Spirit; it will do this if
it so turns towards the Spirit that it becomes one with him.
This Spirit, the dispenser of the treasures that are
in the Father and keeper of the counsels that are between the Father and
the Son, pours himself so sweetly into the soul that he is not
perceived, and his greatness is understood by few.
Drawn by the force of his love and yet moving with
supreme freedom, he moves into all places that are suitable and disposed
to receive him. He is heard by all in his frequent utterances and in
his profound silence. By the force of love, being both unmoved and
swiftest of all in movement, he enters all things.
You do not remain, Holy Spirit, in the unmoved Father,
nor in the Word, and yet you are always in the Father and in the Word
and in yourself, and in all blessed spirits and creatures. All creatures
need you, since the only-begotten Word, by shedding his blood, in his
burning love placed all creatures in need of him. You repose in
creatures who dispose themselves so that, by receiving your gifts, they
may in purity receive your own image in themselves. You repose in those
who receive in themselves the effect of the blood of the Word, and make
themselves worthy dwelling-places for you.
Come, Holy Spirit. May the union of the Father and the
will of the Son come to us. You, Spirit of truth, are the reward of the
saints, the refreshment of souls, light in darkness, the riches of the
poor, the treasury of lovers, the satisfaction of the hungry, the
consolation of the pilgrim Church; you are he in whom all treasures are
contained.
Come, you who, descending into Mary, caused the Word
to take flesh: effect in us by grace what you accomplished in her by
grace and nature.
Come, you who are the nourishment of all chaste thoughts, the fountain of all clemency, the summit of all purity.
Come, and take away from us all that hinders us from being absorbed in you.
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