I Created a new song...St. Therese's poem "Canticle to the Holy Face"

I wrote a new song...

 

All that was yours You laid aside, so that I could be filled with your life!

My favorite from the above! Though the mention of chastity, poverty, and obedience reminds me of ones I love who have taken vows!

 

Beautiful. I've been saying her prayers to the Holy Face so I truly appreciate it

 

The magnificent humility of our God!

The one through whom the stars were made, and all creatures ... obeyed not only His Heavenly Father but His creatures Joseph and Mary.

And yet I struggle with obeying my boss because he is younger than my son. Dear Lord empty me of my pride.

 

I finished one I have been working on for a while...

https://youtube.com/shorts/mIswk7b5Uq0?feature=shared

 

It is beautiful

 

Though I am broken, still in the depths, I'll find my rest, alone yet held in the hollowed chest [?]

The hollowed chest represents?

To see His face, to kneel and bow... is my true desire, to behold the One who first loved me.

Anything else is merely icing on the cake.

 

There is a reason I posted this today....

His hollowed chest is a reference to the space within His Sacred Heart where I long to be hidden...Today is the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart

 

Beginning of the
Prayer of St. Teresa Margaret Redi of the Sacred Heart
My God, I desire nothing save to become your perfect image; and since yours was a hidden life of humiliation, love and sacrifice, so also I wish mine to be. I desire to enclose myself henceforth within your most loving Heart as in a desert, so that I may live in you, and with you, and for you, this hidden life of love and sacrifice.

 

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus, wash us in thy Precious Blood and nourish us in Thy Eucharist!

 

Most Sacred Heart of Jesus I place my trust in Thee!

 

My intention was to convey that moment when after death...
a soul stands before God and beholds His infinite majesty, it is struck with awe beyond description. In that blinding, holy light, it becomes vividly aware of itself—not as bathed in grace, but as utterly marred, stained. This is no abstract realization: it is an existential shattering, a collapse into its own littleness. St. John of the Cross says the soul “feels itself to be so impure and miserable that it believes God to be against it”

Yet it clings to God—its only hope and longing. That desperate love is both torment and consolation: “it loves Him so much … yet this is no relief to it,” for it cannot believe that God loves it back This is purgatory’s first ache: the absence of God, the felt distance from the Divine Presence—its greatest grief.

Drawing on St. John again, the soul in purgatory is aware of the theological virtues of faith, hope, and charity, but they provide no comfort. It cannot relish faith when God seems distant; hope falters under fear that purification may never end; love hurts more because it burns so brightly toward One who is absent.

St. Teresa of Ávila, St. Catherine of Genoa, and other mystics echo this: the soul, having seen God, now knows its unworthiness with piercing clarity. Its yearning becomes acute—a flame of love tortured by separation. St. Catherine herself wrote that even in the beatific vision the soul‘s desire remained, though pain was gone. Yet in purgatory, both pain and desire intertwine. The soul, naked before God, sees in itself the affront of every venial stain, every shadow of pride.

The soul longs for union, yet now, painfully aware of it's unworthiness and the pure brilliance of God's love asks, as St Peter " Lord depart from me for I am a sinful man"...Take me away to the valley low.

Yet there is hope. The soul trusts that each pang of longing, each tear of contrition, is purifying it, drawing it up into glorious, sanctified union. Like gold refined by fire, it is being made luminous, capable of reflecting Divine love—without blemish. St. John says that in purgatory, the soul “loves so earnestly… would give a thousand lives for Him,” and this is its solace: that its fire is not divine rejection, but divine love cleansing in mercy.

In the end, the soul’s journey is one of love: from the agony of separation and self-awareness, through the purifying flames of divine fire, into the embrace of God’s infinite light—spotless, free, and wholly aflame with love itself. It is a journey as painful as heaven is joyous—a testament to the great saints, a path of sorrow turned into ecstasy.

Each one of our "little purgations" here on earth, each preparation for Confession, each examination of conscience is preparing the soul for union with God.

Praise be Jesus Christ, now and forever.

 

Well said. All that you share gives me pause. The gulf between the One True God and His creatures cannot be measured. Think of the Holy Seraphim (never tainted by sin) who cry out, "Holy, Holy, Holy..." before God's throne. Praise Jesus; in His Humility He has chosen to demonstrate His marvelous Love to draw us close in the Eucharist. But I must share that I dread funeral Masses; too often (to comfort family and friends perhaps), heavenly glory already is presumed or at least considered a hop and a skip away! It makes me shutter!

We should consider Purgatory a Mercy and Gift which uproots all that still delays the Beatific Vision. Let us rejoice in the Flames of Love which purify. Imagine the depth of Joy to finally see God face to face; nothing left to blur our gaze and awe!

Isaiah 6:1 In the year that King Uzzi′ah died I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and his train filled the temple. 2 Above him stood the seraphim; each had six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. 3 And one called to another and said:

“Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts;
the whole earth is full of his glory.”

 

Beautiful song. Very prayerful.

 

So beautifully written and sung, these songs made me tear up in joy Thank you for sharing non sum dignus. I have subscribed.

 

Amen!