"Listen! the voice is low, the voice which is to rend the tombs. And yet, though you may fail to hear the gathering of the storm that is coming, no heart that listens shall fail to catch the murmurs of those dying lips.
"For the murderers not yet repenting, 'Father, forgive them.' To the Blessed Mother, 'Behold thy son.' To the beloved disciple, 'Behold thy mother,'—binding His faithful ones to each other.
"To the poor tortured penitent thief, 'To-day thou shalt be with me in paradise.'
"Son of Mary, He cares tenderly for her in the languor of death, and in the agonies of redemption.
"Son of God, He gives paradise from the cross.
"To you who love, to you who repent, thus He speaks, 'Paradise,' 'Behold thy mother, and thy son.' But to you who have not loved, who have not repented, still 'Father, forgive.'
"Look, listen! it is this voice which will award our sentence. Can we doubt what pleases Him? Beloved, He is love; always; then, and now, and at that Day.
"Nothing pleases Him but holy love; nothing is like Him but love; nothing separates from Him but the death of love. What He will be hereafter, He is now.
"Is there no wrong you can forgive now before it is too late?
"No wrong you can repair now?