dorst 2

In everything the creature does... 

I keep repeating with My Mouth, opened and burned: ‘Let Me drink. I'm burning of Thirst.' 

My dislocated and Wounded Humanity had only one cry: ‘I Thirst!' Therefore, as the creature walks, I shout to her steps with My dry mouth, ‘Give Me your steps—done for love of Me, to quench My Thirst.' 

If she works, I ask for her works—made only for love of Me, to cool My burning Thirst. If she speaks, I ask for her words. If she thinks, I ask for her thoughts—as many little drops to refresh My ardent Thirst. 

It wasn't just My mouth that was burning, but all My Most Holy Humanity felt the urgent need of a refreshing bath for the ardent Fire of Love that burned within Me. 

And since it was for the creatures that I was burning in Excruciating Pains, only creatures with their love could quench My ardent Thirst, and give to My Humanity a refreshing bath. 

Now I left this cry: ‘I Thirst!' inside My Will, and I made the commitment to make the creatures hear it o.v.e.r. .a.n.d. .o.v.e.r. .a.g.a.i.n.—to move them to compassion for My burning Thirst, to give them My Bath of Love, and receive theirs—though being just little drops—to quench My devouring Thirst. 

But who is listening to Me? 

Who has compassion for Me? 

Only the one who Lives in My Will. 

All the others play deaf, and even increase My Thirst with their ingratitude

—making Me restless and with no hope of refreshment.

[20.4.1938]