“I contemplate You, red with
blood and dying for me, O Jesus, most pure Ideal of my soul! If, giving my
life, I could save Yours! But it necessary that my Treasure should die to give
me the life of grace and of love.
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My heart breaks upon
contemplating that innocent Body broken, but
it is my own doing, and I tremble upon contemplating it! But, nonetheless,
since I have been the cause of Your suffering, I wish to console You…and with
my breath…and with my voluntary sacrifices, and with all the tenderness of my
heart, today I want to bring You solace…I will never offend You again, my
Jesus, and from now on I will give You only caresses…the best of my soul, my
vitality, my entire being, hiding You from Your enemies deep in my heart.
That pierced forehead…I am
going to soothe with all my tenderness!
Those
locks, soaked in blood_ I will kiss them lovingly, a thousand times!
I
will remove Your crown, and I will set it on my head, because the thorns are only
for me…for You, happiness, not suffering;
this is for me.
And
that wounded Heart…and that volcano of love , and that wound…that
fire!...Jesus, Jesus, what can I tell You!
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