Marco

Through the celestial gate,

walking on the key,

I found eternal sadness.

Petrified by the Artist,

touching truth of your heart.

Mary, forever beautiful,

mourning the Lord on the first day.

MA left this thorn

so no heart will walk to the sacred tomb

without being cracked open,

ready for ecstasy and prayer.

Through the magnificent unspeakable beauty I found Marco.

He was standing there below

in the small silver box.

Standing forever, the one who saw God in flesh.

as part of God’s glory.

There, just there.

Though small the place,

around,

a vortex of thoughts and prayers were flying deep,

coming from all around.

Souls or prayers or just thoughts;

I saw like little black boxes flying into the center.

Millions of them filling the funnel.

Sucked.

Marco,

power is your name.

You churn the river of prayers

while you stand still as a rock in the middle of the river,

in the middle of the world,

calm as the hurricane’s eye.

Now I see the Lord.

Around you is His home,

a home of living prayer,

the walls of His temple.

Indeed now I see

the living House of God:

a gigantic swirl of souls and prayers going by

through this space cylinder,

going down the earth.

I saw them like you see the cars at the F1,

passing to the unknown.

Still you saw them passing.

Indeed, Marco,

our Lord said truth:

you are the rock of His house,

the steer wheel of His living flesh.

Marco,

thank you for listening to the Lord.

Thank you for being the eye of the storm.

And the souls and prayers had a last one gift for the altar of God

Vulcan.

St. Peter, St. Peter, open for us the door to the light, for it is so cold outside the Lord.

Peter, Peter, receive us to the Lord, for we have long awaited Him.

Peter, Peter, place us on the seat of rest, for we wish only with our eyes to gaze upon the Lord and with our heart to be molded together with His peace.

Sancte Petre, Sancte Petre, aperi nobis ianuam ad lucem, quia valde frigus est extra Dominum.

Petre, Petre, suscipe nos ad Dominum, quia diu eum exspectavimus.

Petre, Petre, colloca nos in sede requiei, quia volumus tantum oculis contemplari Dominum et corde plasmari simul cum pace eius.