Since Jesus has reascended into heaven,
I can follow Him only in the traces He has left; but how luminous these traces are!
How perfumed! I have only to cast a glance in the Gospels and immediately
I breathe in the perfumes of Jesus' life, and I know on which side to run.
I don't hasten to the first place but to the last; rather than advance like the Pharisee,
I repeat, filled with confidence, the publican's humble prayer.
Most of all I imitate the conduct of Magdalene; her astonishing
or rather her loving audacity which charms the Heart of Jesus also attracts my own.
Yes, I feel it; even though I had on my conscience all the sins that can be committed,
I would go, my heart broken with sorrow, and throw myself into Jesus' arms,
for I know how much He loves the prodigal child who returns to Him.
It is not because God, in His anticipating Mercy,
has preserved my soul from mortal sin that I go to Him with confidence and love.