Blessed One, Flood my soul with Thy Spirit and light ... Shine throuh me and be so in me that every soul I come in contact with may feel Thy Presence in my soul. Let them look up and see no longer me, but only You. Stay with me and then I shall begin to shine as You shine, so to shine as to be a light for others. Amen.
All through her life, nature had been for Madeleva "beauty's self and beauty's giver." Through it, the divine revealed itself in natural ephiphanies:
Can I not find you in all winds that blow,
In the wild loneliness of lark and plover,
In slender shadow trees upon the snow?
This poem suggests that her prayers had gone beyond words; apparently, only silence could express them. If simplicity, in prayer as in life, is a sign of maturing sanctity, then Madeleva's inner life would seem to have deepened through the years.
