You are before me like the Risen One ... The Risen One before me, you no longer die ... You are here, before me, forever happy. Never, never, never will the shadow of sorrow touch you ... You will never know anything other than the ineffable, incomprehensible heavenly happiness ... Oh my eternally blessed, beloved Lord, how good it is to look at You ... To look at You and say to myself that You, who are here, sit unshakably for eternity in the highest bliss. Oh, I am getting dizzy because I have neither words nor thoughts nor feelings that I would like to have. Oh my God, I am blissful too, because You are blissful. Undoubtedly I desire to be blessed, to be with You in heaven one day ... However, my God, after all, there is something greater than my bliss, namely Your bliss, or rather, Your bliss is my bliss: heavenly bliss consists essentially in loving You and seeing You happy ..., not only in that, but above all in that ... You are blissful, you are here before me. There is no more death, sorrow, sadness of the cross, nor a single sigh nor a single wish ... Bliss, eternal, infinitely great and all-encompassing bliss envelops You, infinitely penetrates You. Oh my Jesus, you are happy, perfectly happy forever! Alleluia, alleluia!
(Charles de Foucauld (1858–1916), notes, the feast of the Resurrection of the Lord)
