It's already night and my soul feels as never before that it is the
night of love, that it is the most holy of nights. Jesus will depart yet He
wants to stay among us. What an entanglement of love, what are the ties of His
Heart to the hearts of those who are dear to Him! What anxiety between going
and staying!
My heart experiences all this. I am bread, I am wine, I am the host, I
am the tabernacle.
What a rich night, what beautiful night! The angels descended from
heaven to worship so great a mystery.
But, oh, what awaits Jesus! What treachery, what false traps surround
Him!
I see Gethsemane, I see the blood: everything is silent, so that only
Jesus hears and feels.
And what unconcern of those beloved of His Heart! Little do they
understand the pain and grief of Jesus.