The recognized religious sister directs her love through suffering to the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
I desire to suffer and I long for it deeply, but my rebellious flesh resists stubbornly.
Because I love the body so much and neglect the soul, my flesh feels as though it lives crucified.
But I now promise You from the depths of my soul to overcome my passions by becoming more mortified.
Until now, my Jesus, ungratefully, I fled from Your cross, but now, in love, I repeat, singing ‘Long live the cross’.
Amidst anguish and agony, my Jesus, I want to burn and, with fervent longing, love, hidden, the suffering.
Amidst thorns and bitterness, I want to be like a violet, and there, in humiliation, I will find my delight.
Amid crosses and labours, for Your love, I want to live humiliated and despised, without relief until death.
When I contemplate You on the cross, You are thirsty for my love. Look at the thirst I offer You to ease Your pain.
Pierced with three nails, I want to live on the cross, without support or consolation, with my Beloved until death.
When I am sick in bed, I will feel the pain, and then, in my madness, I will sing of my love.
Embraced with my cross, I will live very happily, and, burdened by my labours, I will say a thousand sweet words to it.
Love, which is generous, never lets itself be defeated, and, even with pain, long live suffering forever!
Secluded in my cell, I will hide my pain and there, in holy silence, I will delight in my Spouse.
I would like to love you so much that I could die right away and, in a pure act of love, possess you completely.
For that, it is necessary that I suffer in silence, waging war upon myself only to bring you joy.
Love is never idle, it wants to ignite everything because it wants to burn in flames and in the longing to suffer.
In trials and adversities, love is truly tested, and it’s seen if it is strong or if it surrenders to the pain.
Love desires a great soul, a heart that is detached, so that it can carry the cross without stopping along the way
Love is born in sorrow, lives in humiliation, grows in abandonment, and reigns in persecution.
Amidst forgetfulness and disdain, my Jesus, I want to live, so that you may test whether my love is pure and knows how to suffer.
From now on, I renounce all vain pleasures, consolations and delights, embracing suffering.
Sorrows and dryness are gifts from my God, who wants to prove His love to me through adversities.
I would like, my Jesus, to be so humble and small, being trampled by everyone without them hearing any complaint from me.
The two of us will live together without ever separating, so that both hearts may beat in unison.
For Your love, dear Jesus, I would like to go mad and, being foolish and despised, disappear from the world.
Like an eager butterfly, I will fly to the tabernacle and, in loving murmurs, I will keep vigil over Your rest.
And, when You wish to awaken, I will joyfully sing my song, coming from the heart, so it may be pleasing to You.
Neither the cheerful birds nor the nightingale singing will ever surpass me in praising my Beloved.
Like an industrious little bee, I will go from flower to flower, gathering nectar from all my little sisters,
and then, happily, I will offer it at Your feet, for You are thirsty for love to quench Your thirst.
From the tabernacle, My Love, You call me without ceasing. I want to respond to You by offering myself on Your altar.
If love has brought us together as victims, the two of us, I pray to You, My Jesus, to be a victim of pain.
In that sweet prison, My Jesus, lock me in, and thus, bound and tied, I will purge my sins.
Prisoner in the tabernacle, for my love, You wish to live. Let me enter such a prison and live in that confinement.
In that sweet prison, I will live in solitude, and within your heart, I will sleep peacefully.
And, to crown my joy, Owner of my heart, You allow me to have the key to the prison.
Let me be a sentinel at the door of the tabernacle, alternating with the angels and seraphim singing.
And there I will be very pleased day and night before the tabernacle, guarding the custody, where the treasure is locked up.
And I have no need to give the key to my tabernacle, for I have my love locked away in the tabernacle.
And I will not allow it to ever leave my love from the tabernacle, and when I can no longer live there, I will die suffocated.
Like a lamp lit, I want to burn before Your altar, remaining alight, consumed by love.
In the silence of the night, we will be together, and there we will communicate, heart to heart.
How joyful we will be in the silence, the two of us, without anyone disturbing our communication!
Here I come, captivated by the fire of Your love, asking You to pierce my heart with Your arrows.
So that, thus wounded with the dart of Your love, You may recognize me as Yours when I leave this prison.
As a prisoner in the cloister, despised, I will live, and, thus, united with my Beloved, in His arms I will die.
The religious sister seeks Jesus in solitude
Here I come, my Jesus, to seek You in solitude, I have so much to tell You, listen to me, for pity’s sake.
You have left me so alone… My Love, where are You? Look, without You, I do not live, and I die from sorrow.
Tell me if you are angry, for I wish to remedy it, I would rather wish for a thousand deaths than return to sin.
For I am the one at fault and in this I speak the truth, that I have not responded to you with all fidelity.
At your feet, repentant, I come with humility, tell me good litanies and let me know my wickedness.
Punish me as you wish for I want to be with you, and even if you tear me apart, I cannot leave you.
You want me barren and dry and with much darkness, blessed be your name, your will be done.
I find myself alone, my love, in so much desolation, that I desire nothing else but to unite with my God.
I never have joy, and without you, everything is sorrow. Take me wherever you want, for I will be content.
You know well, my life, the thirst I have to love. Give me something to drink quickly, for I can no longer bear it.
These vehement longings are finally going to kill me, and if you wish, my dear, you can heal them.
You have your hand clenched, and you don’t want to give it to me, but I won’t give up on my attempt, because one day, you’ll open it
As long as you let yourself be seen and I can find you, all my sorrows vanish and you heal my sickness.
Look, I find myself sick and in great danger, and if you want me to live, let yourself be found soon.
You have wounded my heart, but of the mortal wound I find no medicine if you do not heal my ailment.
You well know what I ask, and you can also give it, what I cannot reach through pleading, I will obtain by crying.
Although you act deaf and do not want to listen to me, I will not stop asking until, in the end, you will give it to me.
If you throw me into hell for all eternity, if we are united, it matters little to me.
The day I find you, I must imprison you, and no matter what excuses you give, I must not let you go.
In this humble little cell, the two of us must live, and you must never leave without taking me behind.
The day I find you, I must imprison you, and no matter what excuses you give, I must not let you go.
In this humble little cell, the two of us must live, and you must never leave without taking me behind.
As two faithful spouses, we must treat each other and in all our sufferings, we must console each other.
Of all that we discuss, I must keep great silence, telling no one, except my Father and no more.
You are a very faithful spouse who will never abandon me, and wherever you go, you will take me with you.
From the cell to the sanctuary, our walks shall be, and in communing together, our recreations shall be.
I want to ask you for a grace that you will grant me, as I need it very much and cannot reach it.
I want to be a child in candor and humility, in obedience and purity, and in holy simplicity.
I ask You to keep me small and to make me aware of my faults, so I may lose myself in nothingness, never to be self-found.
May I always remain submissive so that others may lead me, and may this be kept hidden, without anyone ever noticing.
May I live unknown, hidden in my work, in silence and obedience, and in fulfilling Your will.
This is what I ask of You, and You will grant it to me, for it pleases You greatly, and I wish to please You.
It is my dominant passion silence and solitude, because I know very well that there is when You usually speak.
I will never forget what You usually tell me in those sweet moments when we come together.
You have locked Yourself alone hidden in solitude, open, let me enter, and then close again.
And there, still, calm in the holy solitude, You will teach me what You want so I can please You.
And when there, the two of us together we come to embrace, Oh, what a sweet conversation we will have together.
Oh, fortunate retreat and blessed solitude! And from how many evils you deliver those who are with You.
The moments I have free I will spend here, learning this language so I can speak to You.
Every day I will come to receive my lesson and teach me how You speak to my heart.
I, like a faithful turtledove, will fly to solitude and in the chest of my beloved, there I will rest in peace.
And when, lying there, in the virginal chest, I will be set on fire by that celestial volcano.
And this loving chest I shall never leave, for I will find my rest for all eternity.
As an innocent victim, I wish to sacrifice myself, to make reparation for you and to console you.
Let me sacrifice myself like a host upon the altar to atone for my sins and for the sins of others.
So that my sacrifice may please you, may it be an angel in purity and a seraphim in love
And finally, my spouse, I allow myself to be captivated, and hugged to your chest, I shall breathe out in ecstasy.
The Sacred Heart of Jesus, addresses R.M Prioress to console her
For a long time, I have desired to have a conversation with you, my dear spouse, and open my heart to you.
But I wanted to see you alone, retired in prayer, so that with calmness you could hear my voice.
You are very sad, my daughter, I sometimes see you cry, caught up with a thousand things, working nonstop.
