Life is love: love overflowing, that has no limits and that gives itself freely; love that yields mercifully to every need; love that heals the sick and rouses to life what was dead; love that protects, defends, nourishes, teaches, and forms; love that is afflicted with the afflicted and glad with those in joy; that is ready at the service of each one in order to fulfill the plan of the Beloved, in a word: the love of the divine Heart.
Myriad openings lead to it.
In passing from darkness to light,
One moves freely between eternity
and now.
If this be but true,
I have no fear.
Yet myriad seem the hazards
of the journey.