Week 21 of Ordinary Time

Who will grant to me that my words may be written down? Who will grant to me that they may be inscribed in a book, with an iron pen and a plate of lead, or else be carved in stone? For I know that my Redeemer lives, and on the last day I will rise out of the earth. And I will be enveloped again with my skin, and in my flesh I will see my God. It is he whom I myself will see, and he whom my eyes will behold, and no other. This, my hope, has taken rest in my bosom.