to carry them humbly into the most secret circle of the Sacred Breast.  We must do the labor of God with human hands, yet the Labor of God is the Creation of Beauty.  As the vegetable kingdom renews its life once a year through time and so preserves its secret, our souls must renew themselves in infinite recurrence through eternity.  Our life differs only in ardor which is speed.  The greatest speed lies in submission, for submission is the greatest strength.  At high moments it is Atlas supporting the earth.  At the supreme moment, it becomes the mystery of the Redemption.

August 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