WHEN YOU FILL MY SOUL, I HAVE AN EVER GREATER HUNGER
A Prayer of St Catherine of Siena
Eternal God, eternal Trinity,
You have made the Blood of Christ so preciousthrough His sharing in Your Divine nature.
You are a mystery as deep as the sea;
the more I search, the more I find,
and the more I find, the more I search for You.
But I can never be satisfied;
what I receive will ever leave me desiring more.
When You fill my soul, I have an ever greater hunger,
and I grow more famished for Your light.
I desire above all to see You,
the true Light, as you really are. Amen.
Thank you, Mary, for this prayer. I love it. It certainly reaches deep down to the heart of prayer. I love Catherine, too. You must be aware, through your Padre Pio writing, that he, also, loved Catherine. At the heading of all his letters he listed the initials of Jesus, Mary, Joseph and three saints--I suppose we could think of them as his immediate friends or saints, his favorites? Catherine's initial "C" was the last one in the heading. I wondered about it, since she was a favorite of mine, and researched a bit, but all I could find at the time was confirmation of the fact that he was devoted to her (can't remember the exact words). I can only imagine that they met somewhere in mystical ether, and had a complete understanding of impassioned love of Jesus and bearing stigmata -- hers were visible at first, then invisible. I easily imagined they became pals. The other two saints in the heading were Francis, and I believe Dominic--the initial D.
ReplyDeleteHer body is in Santa Maria Sopra Minerva in Rome, a beautiful church--have you been there? (Her head is in Siena -- I hope they have long ago stopped that relic procedure! )
Thank you, Mary, for bringing forth her aura...
My Dear Jeanette,
DeleteThank you so very much for your beautiful words.
I confess that it slipped my mind that Padre Pio put "C" to denote Catherine on his letters. I will study Pio's devotion to Catherine.
I visited Santa Maria Sopra Minerva once, but it was too much beauty to take in all at once. I need to go again... You never really leave Rome, you only leave because you promise yourself you will return.
God bless and reward you forever, dear friend, Jeanette.
Mary