Ave Maria!— August’s Theme: Spiritual Aridity
“There are certain moments in which there gathers over the heaven of my soul clouds so obscure and so dark, that it does not allow me even to see a faint ray of light. It is high night for my poor soul. All of hell has poured out upon it [my soul] with all of its cavernous roaring, as well as my whole past life; and what is more frightening is that my own soul, with its fantasy and its imagination, seems to conspire against itself.”
