Torn pages

 Gentle God held the torn pages of my life and sewed them back together with threds of the shed blood of His Son .....

Catherine of Siena

"this bridge has walls of stones so that travellers will not be hindered when it rains ....stones of solid virtue .. the stones were not built into the walls until My Son's passion ..... heaven had not yet been unlocked with the key of my Son's blood and the rain of justice kept anyone from crossing over...  but after these stones were hewn on the body of the Word, my gentle Son, he built them into walls, tempering the mortar with his own blood.  That is, his blood was mixed into the mortar of his divinity with the strong heat of burning love...."