O
my lord, my sweet Master, for the accomplishment of Thy work I have
sunk down into the unfathomable depths of Matter, I have touched
with my finger the horror of the falsehood and the inconscience,
I have reached the seat of oblivion and a supreme obscurity. But
in my heart was the Remembrance, from my heart there leaped the
call which could arrive to Thee: “Lord, Lord, everywhere Thy
enemies appear triumphant; falsehood is the monarch of the world;
life without Thee is a death, a perpetual hell; doubt has usurped
the place of Hope and revolt has pushed out Submission; Faith is
spent, Gratitude is not born; blind passions and murderous instincts
and a guilty weakness have covered and stifled Thy sweet law of
love. Lord, wilt Thou permit Thy enemies to prevail, falsehood and
ugliness and suffering to triumph? Lord, give the command to conquer
and victory will be there. I know we are unworthy, I know the world
is not yet ready. But I cry to Thee with an absolute faith in Thy
Grace and I know that Thy Grace will save.”
Thus, my prayer rushed up towards Thee; and, from the depths of
the abyss, I beheld Thee in Thy radiant splendour; Thou didst appear
and Thou saidst to me: “Lose not courage, be firm, be confident,
— I COME.”
The Mother
