O Master and holy God, who are beyond our understanding: at your word, light came forth out of darkness.
Athirst is my soul for the living God. When shall I go and behold the face of God? As the hind longs for the running waters, so my soul longs for you, O God
That Christ you see is not Jesus It is only the pitiful image that your blurred eyes are able to form ... Purify yourself, Clarify your sight with humility and penance. Then the pure light of Love will not be denied you. And you will have perfect vision. The image you see will be really his : his! J Escriva, The Way, 212