June 17

Voler sovra voler mi, venne

Dell'esser su.

I HAVE no fear lest my Saints should be far from me in their upper heaven; God's hierarchy is the hierarchy of conjoining love, and His great ones have their place in power to draw near even to the very least. The heights of heaven must be close to every lower place, as close as heart and heart may be.

My place is here, my place is there: but God is always my place, and He is love; therefore the way to His garden is the heart-way, the way of my heart and of His. Like the child who asked, "Father, do the children who go to heaven sleep in a cradle or in Your arms?" I have asked where we children shall find ourselves when we pass through the deep door opening at the call of death; I have asked where we are now; and the answer has come to me as it came to the child: In My Arms.

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