Louvor de São Francisco de Ass

Seeing the work, I see God; feeling God, I am Love. Oh!… How many things are going on ...

“Seeing the work, I see God; feeling God, I am Love. Oh!… How many things are hidden from me, from you, from everyone, children of the Creator. I feel nothing, before the greatness of the universe; I feel like a worm, because of the beauty that my heart does not know. God has children in the sea, in the stars, in the air; God has children in the trees and on the earth. God has children even in wars. What a beauty the function of nature! ... I see the light appear in the dark, I see the perfect life in the dunghills; I see the sky in the waters of the sea, I see and feel Love in love. When I rest, nature works; when I sleep, nature works; when I work, nature works; Who am I? ... Nothing, in the face of this battle. God is God of the just, God is God of outcasts, God is God of those who travel, God is God of those who stay at home!… God is God of shadows, God is God of light, God is God of darkness, God is God of Jesus!… When I am tired, God is busy; when I'm complaining, God is working. When blasphemous, God is understanding; when I have hatred, God is loving. When I'm sad, God is smiling. God is Wisdom and I am dreaming!… What beauty is nature!… What beauty is the depth of existence, and of existing. I do not understand, but I struggle to correct myself, however, in fractions of time, so I want to gather and God to share. I want to harvest, I want to usurp; and God passes by me to sow!… I fight again, but I still don't know how to fight; I think about discipline, but I don't let myself be disciplined. Advance… I fall! forward again. And God hears me, pass me again, look at my eyes, feel my heart. And speak softly in my ear: come, I will teach you to love. God withdraws!… I miss you!… I ask for clemency! Even so, God does not forget me. Send an angel after me, in a car shining with light. And with open arms, I fall to the ground; I thought it was the Christ of God, it was Jesus! And the procession of heaven enters me, in a song of praise. Open my heart, leaving within it a treasure of light!… The treasure of pain. ”