bij je zijn

My pierced Mama, 

your little child, knowing that you are alone, without your beloved Good, Jesus, wants to cling to you to keep you company in your most bitter desolation. 

Without Jesus, all things change into sorrow for you. The memory of his harrowing pains, the sweet sound of His voice which still resounds in your ear, the charming gaze of dear Jesus, now sweet, now sad, now swollen with tears, but which always enraptured your maternal hear - not having them with you any more, they are like sharp swords which pierce your maternal heart through, side to side.

Desolate Mama, your dear child wants to give you relief and compassion for each pain. Even more, I would like to be Jesus, to be able to give you all the love, the comforts, the reliefs, and the compassion, which Jesus Himself would have given you in your state of bitter desolation. 

Sweet Jesus gave me to you as your child. Therefore, put me in His place in your maternal heart, and I will be all for my Mama. I will dry your tears, and I will always keep you company.

[mei 1930, dag 28]