CONTEMPLATION OF JESUS CRUCIFIED
Look at him, good Jesus ……. Oh how beautiful he is in his great pain! …… pain crowned him with love and love reduced him in humiliation !! .. Deep humiliation, but in time real exhalation, because He is King just when, humiliated, he conquers his kingdom!
How beautiful you are, O Jesus with your crown of thorns on your head!
If I saw you with the gem tiara you would not be so beautiful, the gems are a sterile ornament to Your Boss, while the thorns, penetrating painfully into You, are voices of boundless love!
No crown was more eloquent and more alive than yours! Gems would diminish that love that wants to reign among the pains to witness love until death!
Crown me, O Jesus! My little heart comes close to your Heart to participate in Your pain, to look like you !!….
How heartbroken you are or Jesus! A stream of blood flows from your body…. Who opened you so many plagues? ... you counterfeited for me ... But you are more beautiful! How aesthetic of sweetness and peace in these wounds of yours! ...
You shut up! ... your Face is raised to the sky…. You look into infinity because you are infinite, and your wounds become waiting for what you are, and what I am, or amiable Lord! ...
In those wounds, it is all an eternal light; They speak to me of you as God, of You as Wisdom, of You as Love, of You as man. How great you are, o Jesus! ...
You are suspended with three nails ... your eyes half closed, your head tilted ... Why don't you breathe or Jesus, why are you dead? Oh if I saw you alive, in your activity, you would not appear to me as alive as you will appear to me now that I contemplate you dead on the cross!
You have narrowed eyes, but in that attitude I feel in me, something that dilates me! I no longer see your sweet pupils, but I see your infinity!
O lifeless Face of Jesus, you are like heaven: I see a blue expanse, immense ... endless ... and nothing else; nothing changes, nothing moves it, in the agitation ... it is always blue! ... yet I never tire of looking at it, and it seems to me a more attractive scene than any other eventful scene! ..
O Jesus, dead for me, I look at you and I never get tired! Through your lifeless Face I feel a new life in me, which lifts me and attracts me to You! ..
How great you are Jesus! .. peace blows from your Face .. Peace and Love from your wounded Heart, peace and sweetness from your wounded body… ..how beautiful you are or Jesus!….
Oh why don't I love you like I should love you, my lovable Good? Cancel me, My Jesus, in your Love; then only my little atom will not perish, but will turn into You and become Love! ...
Take me, Jesus, into the sea of your anxieties and pains; then my heart will not be inert, but it will be immolated for You ... light me Jesus with your flames ... then my coldness, the putrid water that I am, will be like the water that was scattered on the wood of the holocaust and flared in a great flame! ...
Nature is moved ... the stones are broken, the dead rise from the graves before your death, and why I am not moved too ... because this heart made of stone does not break ... Why don't I rise again? I am misery, or Jesus, but you are always goodness and mercy; I am nothing but you are the All ... You are my everything I abandon myself and annihilate myself in You.
Meditation by Don Dolindo Ruotolo