Live, soul, live. Awake from your dark slumber. Let you be dressed in Wisdom, and Let your garden be grown for the Glory of your father. See what has been raised, planted with tender hands and sown in soil carefully prepared. Do not neglect the joy of walking with your Maker, unceasing, in the cool of the garden.

Remember, child, remember your state before the first day, and do not forget where He found you. Understand the compassion with which He looked upon you, Hovering over the hostile waters of your soul. Whore of the world, enslaved by desperate passion, in romantic affection he called you, creating glorious light by the power of His only Word.

Beloved daughter, beloved. Clothed in the Beauty of His Righteousness, find your strength in his arms, and abide in His goodness through the storm. Let your thirst for love be satisfied by the lover of your soul.

Dance, oh cherished Bride, dance with your Redeemer! Virgin of God, let your eyes be ever fixed, feet ever following, arms always embracing, in Holy Communion to behold until the 7th day from death raised, and then forever to be united with your God - the Author of Life, Giver of Grace, God with us. Know that there is no greater thing than this: to by faith enjoy and honor the one now with whom your soul will forever be one.

My soul, do not forget any of this. Know God, and do not forget.