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which alone shone brighter than our earth's sun." The Holy Virgin had a most pretty cross hanging
round Her neck. This cross seemed golden, (I say golden rather than gold plated, for I have
sometimes seen objects which were golden with varying shades of gold, which had a much more
beautiful effect on my eyes than simple gold plate). On this shining, beautiful cross, there
was a Christ, it was Our Lord on the Cross. Near both ends of the cross there was a hammer,
and at the other end, a pair of tongs. The Christ was skin coloured, but He shone dazzingly; and
the light that shone forth from His wholy body seemed like brightly shining darts which
pierced my heart with the desire to melt inside Him. At times, the Christ appeared to be dead. His
head was bent forward and His body seemed to give way, as if about to fall, had He not been
held back by the nails which held him to the Cross.

I felt a deep compassion and would have liked to tell His unknown love to the whole world, and to
let seep into mortal souls the most heart felt love and gratitude towards a God who had no need
whatsoever of us to be everything He is, was and always will be. And yet, O love that men cannot
understand, He made Himself man, and wanted to die, yes, die, so as to better inscribe in our
souls and in our memory, the passionate love He has for us! Oh, how wretched am I to find myself
so poor in my expression of the love of our good Saviour for us! But, in another way, how happy we
are to be able to