Fired by love's urgent longings, I am his rocketman.

Every once in a while, the Lord will visit me in a special way when I am at prayer.   He communicates his presence to me in such a way that my will, my mind and my memory are all wrapped in peace an quiet.  Everything is stilled in a sweet silence that surrounds and interpenetrates my whole being.  I am always reminded of the quiet that lingers after a heavy snow.  These visits, when they occur, leave me with a profound sense of blessedness in my mind, body and spirit.  It is like being wrapped in a heated blanket.

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