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|
From V CXLVIII:308. See also B S1:175:172. Key