How real He was for the Dominican lay woman, Saint Catherine of Siena. “All the way to Heaven is Heaven, “she said, “because of Him Who is the Way living in me. “How real He was for the great Spanish mystic, Saint Teresa of Avila. “Let nothing disturb you; let nothing frighten you. All things are passing. God alone is changeless. And he who has God wants nothing. “ How real He was for the Irish poet Joseph Mary Plunkett. “I see His Blood upon the rose; and in the stars, the glory of His Eyes. His Body gleams amid eternal snows; His tears fall from the skies. I see His Face in every flower. The thunder and singing of the birds are but His Voice. Carven by His power, rocks are His written words. All pathways by His Feet are worn. His strong Heart stirs the ever-beating sea. His Crown Of Thorns is twined with every thorn; His Cross is every tree. “
Father Leo Clifford O.F.M.
From the book: Reflections With Father Leo Clifford O.F.M.
Reality Meets Faith 