given up the ghost, his head sunk on his breast, his hands sunk a little from the place of the wounds; his feet sustained the greater weight. Then my hands dried up, my eyes were darkened, and my face became corpse-like. My ears heard naught, naught could my mouth utter; my feet, too, shook, and my body fell to the earth. But rising from the ground, when I beheld my Son more fearful than a leper, I gave my will entirely to him, knowing that all had been done according to his will, and that it could not have been done but by his permission, and I thanked him for all. A certain joy was blended with my sorrow, for I beheld him who never sinned, willingly, from his great charity, enduring such things for sinners. Let every one, then, in the world, consider what I was at the death of my Son, and keep it ever before his eyes.
Consider the Passion of my Son, whose members were as my members, and as my heart. For he was within me as other children in their mother’s womb; but he was conceived from the fervent charity of divine Love, others from the concupiscence of the flesh. Hence, John, his cousin, says well: “The Word was made flesh, for by charity he came and abode in me; but the Word and charity formed him
