“Whenever you see a poor, wooden cross, alone, uncared-for, worthless…and without a corpus, don’t forget that that cross is your cross – the everyday hidden cross, unattractive and unconsoling – the cross that is waiting for the corpus it lacks: and that corpus must be you.” – St. Josemaria Escriva (The Way, 178)
From Monday of Week II’s Evening Prayer Hymn (Divine Office):
Now fades all earthly splendor,
The shades of night descend;
The dying of the daylight
Foretells creation’s end.
Though noon gives place to sunset,
Yet dark gives place to light:
The promise of tomorrow
With dawn’s new hope is bright.
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