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Christ was curled up, as it were, in a corner of this person's soul, unable to help them because of the clutter of their preoccupations.

Only through the Blood of Christ have my sins been washed away

He showed me the Cross, upright, His Mother beneath it, and His Blood in a vast out-pouring, flowing over me.

He showed me the Cross, upright, His Mother beneath it, and His Blood in a vast out-pouring, flowing over me.

He showed me the Cross, upright, His Mother beneath it, and His Blood in a vast out-pouring, flowing over me.

One word prayed in union with Jesus, rising from the soul, pierces heaven in a way impossible to those who do not pray in His name.

When I rely on Christ, in silent prayer, I am like a small child who is carried in His vitality and joy.

Even in our weakness the small prayer we offer with Christ is glorious and powerful

The small prayer rising from me and from Christ is glorious and gigantic.

I saw that Christ's prayer, rising from my weariness, is gigantic and glorious.

I saw Christ's Radiant Presence, behind my thoughts and memories.

I saw Christ's Radiant Presence, behind my thoughts and memories.

At Mass we pray with Christ who reaches out to the Father in the burning love of the Holy Spirit

At Mass we pray with Christ who reaches out to the Father in the burning love of the Holy Spirit

Christ stood in the sanctuary, His eyes lifted up to Heaven, flames of sacrifice near His garments.

At Mass we pray with Christ who reaches out to the Father in the burning love of the Holy Spirit

Angels honour the dignity of Christ's beloved people; they bow down in greeting.

I saw the torment of Christ, and the narrow way through which humanity was led back to God, the way of the Cross.

We join the Angels at Mass, who echo our worship, as if waving bright banners of gladness, as we celebrate Christ's glorious Resurrection

She who is pure like Christ, stood amongst these Dominican friars in Oxford who live for Her Son, bound by their three-fold vows.