'I know that as frequently as possible
I should recall
the Indwelling of the Holy Ghost.
I cannot think of Him too often.
From my awakening in the morning
until I fall asleep at night,
here He is within me always,
closer than breathing,
at the very centre of my soul.
and struggling under my burdens;
He is here when I grow weary
with the drudgery,
with the monotony,
with the emptiness of the trifles
which fill day after day of my life...
He is here when I am disappointed and cross,
impatient and obstinate,
willful and unreasonable and hard to please...
He is here when I show myself
eager for notice,
hungry for praise,
when I excuse my meanness
by alleging a noble motive.
When I exaggerate, or boast,
at all such times
He, the Holy Ghost, is here,
just as truly
as if Christ Himself were visibly present,
and I could touch His garment,
grasp His hand,
embrace Him lovingly.
It is only those who are willfully blind
Who cannot see Him...'
from 'Listening to the Indwelling Presence' by a Religious, Pelligrini, 1940, pp. 53-55
Paintings by Petrus Van Schendel