Thought n° 180

Friday 28 June

I end here because the bell is calling me and urging me. I am going to the wine-press of the Church, to the holy altar where the sacred blood of that delicious and singular grape, with which only a fortunate few are allowed to inebriate themselves, drips continually. There – and you know I cannot do otherwise – I will present you to the heavenly Father in union with his Son, to whom, for whom, and through whom I am totally yours in the Lord. Padre Pio!