Here follows a poem I wrote over two years ago, inspired by the following passage from the Diary of St. Faustina. I have edited the poem only a little, and left it in its simplicity, for I knew almost as little then of poetry as I do now.
April 4, 1937. Low Sunday; that is, the Feast of Mercy. In the morning, after Holy Communion, my soul was immersed in the Godhead. I was united to the Three Divine Persons in such a way that when I was united to Jesus, I was simultaneously united to the Father and to the Holy Spirit. My soul was flooded with joy beyond understanding, and the Lord gave me to experience the whole ocean and abyss of His fathomless mercy. Oh, if only souls would want to understand how much God loves them! All comparisons, even if they were the most tender and the most vehement, are but a mere shadow when set against the reality.
When I was united to the Lord, I came to know how many souls are glorifying God’s mercy.Diary: Divine Mercy in My Soul, paragraph 1073
O Trinity, O Love,
You are the greatest of lights,
encompassing the whole universe;
You shine as a thousand stars,
shimmer as a thousand seas.
Yet also are You a fire,
passionate, roaring, consuming,
Your Heart ignites the hearts of men,
giving Life to souls who dwell in Death.
Still also are You, O Love, a storm,
inspiring dread in the great,
and awe in the weak;
greater than the skies,
more awesome than the seas;
at Your Love all men weep,
all hearts quake,
all souls cry out,
all the world bends its knee:
O Light of Lights,
O Consuming Fire,
O Mighty Tempest,
Did Yourself pour out
in gentle compassion,
to heal the wretched,
to abide in the dead,
for the life of the world.
And he said, Go forth, and stand upon the mount before the Lord. And, behold, the Lord passed by, and a great and strong wind rent the mountains, and brake in pieces the rocks before the Lord; but the Lord was not in the wind: and after the wind an earthquake; but the Lord was not in the earthquake:
And after the earthquake a fire; but the Lord was not in the fire: and after the fire a still small voice.
And it was so, when Elijah heard it, that he wrapped his face in his mantle, and went out, and stood in the entering in of the cave. 1 Kings 19:11-13
Though we speak much we cannot reach the end,
and the sum of our words is: “He is the all.”Sirach 43:27