Sweet Jesus, My Lord, when looking at Your Face disfigured by hate, it appears clear to me Your pain, in which everybody is plunged. Today You call me with Your expression of sorrow that I see in Your Face swollen, reviled and disfigured by unending violence. Here I am, poor as I am, I can see before me another sign of Your richness, of how You want to heal the world: the Wound on Your right cheek.
My eyes stopped on it, all my anxieties are dispelled, my thirst human searching is quenched and my weak humanity gathered strength. Oh precious Wound that exhales the divine wish to offer mankind love, forgiveness and healing, give me infinite patience to face the trial which make me a saint! Remembering your suffering because of the painful blow dealt on Your virgin rose coloured cheekbone, I feel a burning desire to follow You. Oh unloved Love, let me bend down and receive the Divine Blood that pours out of Your unknown Wound.
Make me free from every fault which comes from the 7th generation! Purify my language inspired by a material logic! Free my mind from memories and thoughts that continue to upset me, because of the sins I committed.
Oh dear Jesus, thank You for revealing to me the treasures hidden in the worshipping of this Wound which I am delighted to honour every day of my life as a sign of Your living and active presence in the Church.
I will lower my eyes now and kiss You, because I have complete faith in Your promises and I tell You: whenever you want, wherever want and as You want, come and visit me with Your Passion, power and Glory. Amen.” (prayer from Debora’s meditations)
