My son, my daughter,
(…) I knew that many graces were needed, – since I was
to operate the greatest Miracle that exists in the world
that is, the continuous living in my Will:
The soul must absorb the whole of a God into her act,
– to give Him back again as whole as she absorbed Him.
And then absorb Him once again.
Therefore, this surpasses even the miracle of the Eucharist.
Its accidents have no reason, nor a will, nor desires
which may oppose my Sacramental Life.
So, the Host contributes nothing – all the work is mine. If I want it, I do it.
In order to make the Miracle of the living in my Will happen,
I have to bend a reason, a human will, a desire,
a love which is purely free. (…)