Publisher's Synopsis
Be close to me, Jesus.
I have never asked You to make Yourself felt, for I think it is beautiful to leave You free to act as You please, but now I say this to You, now I entreat You because I cannot resist my pain so devoid of comfort.
Help me, Jesus! Help me to be able to suffer and not go mad, for in my poor head, so full of suffering and moral pain, You know better than I what may happen.
Take it in your dear hands, Jesus.
You promised to be my mother and father, in addition to being a brother and spouse. The hour to be such has come. Take me, for You see what I am suffering...
