My son, my daughter,
I prepare the little trenches, I form the furrows,
I enlarge the capacity of her intelligence
to be able to sow my divine Word,
– and therefore form the food for Me and for her.
Then I cover the little trenches and the furrows with earth
– which is humility, nothingness, the annihilation of the soul,
– and some little weakness or misery of hers.
This is the earth, and it is necessary that I take it from her
because I lack this earth.
And so I cover everything and I wait for my harvest with joy.”(…)