"Jesus sat at the centre of the table, looking transcendent, divine. His beautiful face was suffused with majesty, love, goodness, peace and a gentle, profound sadness, which was like the shadow of that marvellous picture and made it even more beautiful. His divinity, hidden by his most holy humanity, emerged from those mysteriously sculpted and beautiful features; his eyes shone and reflected the sky, his cheeks were white and ruddy, and his blond beard gave them a golden hue in the splendour of his goodness. His whole Heart, all his love, emerged from that face, and in his composed modesty there was something maternal, immensely maternal. He was the Bridegroom of the Song of Songs who was giving himself at that moment; he opened the door of his charity and exuded the fragrance of love; he embraced the souls of all the centuries; he embraced his Church and gave her his life. (p. 1498)"