143. I Loved All Things, That I Might Learn to Crave Thee Only

I may lose everything and be roaming in darkness, but O Divine Mother, see that the tiny taper of my remembrance for Thee be not extinguished by the gusts of disbelief. I loved all things, only to find that I craved Thee alone. Come! Be with me always!


144. Make Me Feel Thee Through the Touch of the Breeze