"In God my soul is silent; my deliverance comes from Him. Yes, He is the rock in which I find salvation, my stronghold, I shall not be disturbed!” (Ps 62:2-3) This is the mystery my lyre sings of today! My Master has said to me as to Zacchaeus: "Hurry and come down, for I must stay in your house today. . . . " Hurry and come down, but where? Into the innermost depths of my being: after having forsaken self, (Mt 16:24) withdrawn from self, been stripped of self, in a word, without self.
"I must stay in your house!" It is my Master who expresses this desire! My master who wants to dwell in me with the Father and His Spirit of love, so that, in the words of the beloved disciple, I may have "communion" with Them. (1Jn 1:3) "You are no longer guests or strangers, but you already belong to the House of God," says St. Paul. (Eph 2\;19) This is how I understand "belong to the House of God": it is in living in the bosom of the tranquil Trinity, in my interior abyss, in this "invincible fortress of holy recollection" of which St. John of the Cross speaks…
Oh! How beautiful is this creature thus stripped, freed from self!... It ascends, it rises above the senses, above nature; it transcends itself; it goes beyond every joy and every pain and passes through the clouds, not stopping until it has penetrated "into the interior” of Him whom it loves and who Himself will give it the repose of the abyss… The Master had said to it: "Hurry and come down. . . . " It is also without leaving it that the soul will live, like the immutable Trinity, in an eternal present… becoming by an always more simple, more unitive gaze, "the splendor of His glory," (Heb 1:3) that is, the unceasing “praise of glory” (Eph 1:6) of His adorable perfections.
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