With the saints, it's often better to shut up and let them speak for themselves:
I need a heart burning with tenderness,
Who will be my support forever,
Who loves everything in me, even my weakness
And who never leaves me day or night.
I could find no creature
Who could always love me and never die.
I must have a God who takes on my nature
And becomes my brother and is able to suffer!
from the poem "To the Sacred Heart of Jesus"
by St. Therese of the Child Jesus of the Holy Face,
Virgin and Doctor of the Church (1873-1897)
