If, despite my steadfast mind, I've failed to
enter Jesus' heart, let me kiss the wood,
hear him breathing, feel his body fragrance,
raise myself to stay near Him everywhere.
If someone does not see His light, it still
exists--it's your own fault if you distance
yourself: if the soul is blind, dense, and deaf
to Him, she has lost the courage to be.
If your mind's confused, double your efforts:
break out, wander forth into loveliness,
try for flight: when He compels desire
you'll know sudden and continuous strength.
God saves, watches over the brave soldier
who, unarmed and alone, sees her peril.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXXVII:237. See also B S1:60:115. Key