gust 9.

Singing through the universal stars that were woven into His Flesh, I
saw the Son of God tonight glorified in the joy of a living Smile. And
all the angels bowed laughing toward Him and clapped and danced before
His Name, though the sum of their song was silence. And then every
living star was scourged by the sins of men, and died into the
darkness, saying "Thy Will be done," and it was morning with the
Eucharist in the sky. Only Redemption trembled through the air. The
stars are the eternal reflections of God's patience, for they endure
His Human Passion, since together they form the shadow of the Word
made Flesh. They are the singing echo in time of God's speechless
patience, as we are destined to be if we conquer our wills. But
patience is suffering, and Alpha must submit to the yoke of Omega.
Since God is the Alpha and Omega he caused the Incarnation and
Passion. THE IDEAL OF HUMAN LIFE IS THE PASSIONATE REDEMPTION OF THE
WILL. This is life's darkest secret, _unless_ we live in the
Eucharist. We are to be the silent reflections of speechless patience
in the still waters of eternity. The evil came when Lucifer stole fire
from heaven and brought it down to men. Conquer fire, and we conquer
the will. Then heaven is ours. My body and blood ache with my prayer
for it.

August 10.

The angels weave what God creates, according to their functions. His
archangels are the weavers of time, and all the others of material
nature, uninformed by a soul. This is a branch of the heavenly song.
To weave God's image is the function of the saints and of all those on
earth. It is the wonder of incarnate Music that saved the world,
Absolute Silence born into Sound, and dying with all Sound into
Silence. The archangels are God's messengers of life and death, for
they control the days. But they are sent from Him to His Image, and
our weaving is made out of their materials as we adapt them to our
song. All outer powers and forces are brought us by the angels, and
among the dearest to God's heart are his flame-winged Possibilities
that hover on the borderline between today and tomorrow, Time and
Eternity. They alone may not enter time unless we beckon them. The
starry heaven is the heaven of the body; the crystal sphere, of the
intellect; and the empyrean, of the pure soul. We may live in the
starry heaven in this life, if God gives us the grace. But it is then
a heaven of desire. But the weaving of the angels is the whole
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