Tolerate your exile since God wants it. What a great gain for you! I will live in this life, O my Jesus, and hope and silence will be my strength, as long as this miserable life lasts. And you, in the meantime, make burn in my heart, O my creator and my God, this beautiful flame of your love... O sole center of all my happiness, O my God, how much more must I wait?... You see, O Lord, that my illness is without remedy... When then, O Lord, when then? Until when?...
O holy souls who, free from all torment, are already happy in Heaven in this torrent of sovereign sweetness, oh how much I envy your happiness! Alas! out of pity, since you are so close to the fountain of life, since you see me dying of thirst in this world, give me a gift of a little of this very fresh water.
Ah! Fortunate souls, I confess, I spent my share too badly, I kept badly such a precious pearl. But long live God! For this fault, however, I feel that there is a remedy. Well, oh blessed souls, do me the pleasure of helping me a little. Since I could not find what my soul needed in rest and in the night, I too will arise like the bride in the Song of Songs, and I will seek him whom my soul loves: “I will therefore arise and seek him whom my heart loves” (Song 3:2), and I will always seek him, I will seek him in everything, and I will not stop until I have found him on the threshold of his kingdom…