Martyrs of great love, pray to God for us.


You who have known a love stronger than death, pray to Love for us.


You who in this life luckily escaped from the snare of transitory love, which is like a little color on a boulder, which the rain washes away;


You who have preached that love is more mysterious than the flesh, and more eternal than the stars in heaven;


You who through love have understood both wood and stone, both the beast in the forest and the fish in the water (for love breaks the seals of all mysteries, and all things appear naked to their lover);


You who with love have fulfilled all the prophets, satisfied all religions, and surpassed all laws;


You are the greatest of conquerors, who is stronger than you?


You are the greatest of wise men, who is wiser than you?


You are the greatest of precious stones, who is scarcer than you?


You are gods,1 who have seen yourselves in God and God in yourselves.


You have an honor greater than the angels, for the angels became angels without torment and martyrdom.


To you we bow down and pray, pray to God for us.


That we too may cleanse ourselves of the illusory love, that ends in hatred.


That we too may crown our faith and hope with a crown in which even suns have little value.


That we too may begin to see, and know, and rejoice with the joy, with which only the angels can rejoice.


That our life may also become a triradiate splendor, like the One from whom all splendor, unmixed with darkness, comes.


That we too may recognize in ourselves the eternal virgin, and the pre-eternal Son of the Virgin, and the dove-like Spirit.


Martyrs of great love, only your suffering is less than your love. Every worldly love brings suffering greater than its love. But you have loved what is deeper than time and wider than space.


When your mortal brothers hear about your sufferings they consider them unbelievable and unbearable. For they can really imagine themselves only in your sufferings and not in your love, in the meaning of your sufferings. Oh, if they could only imagine themselves in your love also! All your sufferings would seem like nothing to them, just as they seemed to you. Just as the cold rain and the howling of the wind seem like nothing to a mother as she hurries home to her child.


To one who has a goal greater than the world, the world can do nothing.


One who hurries to a home wider than space, space cannot contain.


One who has a love more precious than temporal creations, can neither be impeded nor trampled by time.


Across all rugged terrain and through all stormy tempests Love leads His beloved ones and draws them to Himself.


Martyrs of great love, pray to God for us.



1. Cf. Ps. 82:6.