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I cannot seem to feel when I'm with God I'll simply know loveliness and joy, Shall I not have first to master this dryness, this hunger? No, I'll simply love as fully as I can, and live in peace forever. May a loving heart, when humble most proud, please God, a heart which finds true wealth in that poverty the world scorns and turns only to Christ. I gaze up at Him and on earth look only to those who convey something of His blinding light and magnificence. It cannot be that dark thoughts, unworthy objects lodge in a soul burnt with the least spark of His love, touched by His radiance. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CXLVIII:308. See also B S1:175:172. Key |
