Psalm 37: 10-11 Wait a little, and the wicked will be no more; look for them and they will not be there. But the poor will possess the land, will delight in great prosperity.
“O my child! How I long for this day! And yet what comes before it is a day of sorrow, a time of woe. But, my child, if you only knew the joys in store for those who place their hope in me, you would cease to be afraid and would never stop singing for joy. Let joy be your armor for the time to come and it will be your glory in time unending. My little one, live in joy and be free!”
Jesus, Beloved, you are my joy and my hope. Infant King, I give all thanks and praise to you, and offer you in gratitude the joy of the Gloriana*. May we always be found waiting in joyful hope for your coming—at the end of our lives and at the end of time. Amen.
(*Gloriana: The angels and saints in perfect communion with the Blessed Trinity; the perfect unity of heaven.)