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