Song of Songs 3:2 ‘I will rise now and go about the city, in the streets and in the squares; I will seek him whom my soul loves.’
“Beloved, how strong is your desire? How great is your longing? Does a Lover come to a half-hearted call? No. It would pain the Lover to see any form of disinterest on the face of His cherished one. It would break His heart. It is better not to respond a half-hearted call. But when the call is genuine, when the love is restless until it finds its Object, when it no longer wishes to live without its Beloved, then the Lover flies to her heart, lets her drink from the bottomless cup of His love until she is satisfied. But she is never satisfied, for the love of her Beloved is the sweetest nectar. Her heart cannot be joyful without it. My child, you must long for your Beloved with your whole heart. I am scourged anew by the disinterest, the half-hearted prayers of those I long for. Give me comfort, my child. Offer me your longing in the Divine Will in the name of everyone, so that I may not be wounded so much by their disinterest. Child, long for me as I long for you.”
O Jesus, what a great sorrow this is! I ask pardon for all the times I and others have been half-hearted in our prayers. In the Divine Will make our longing for you more ardent. In the Divine Will, in the name of everyone, I offer you the perfect longing of our Mother, she whose longing drew you to imprison yourself in her most pure womb. Maranatha! Come Lord Jesus! I long for your sweet presence, for the reign of your Triumphant Heart over the earth! May your kingdom come and come quickly! Amen.