Sister Faustina Kowalska: Her LIfe and MIssion

rhy thm , or poor rhymes, b u t no t in the content. Tha t is crystal c lear.If we take into account th a t h e r intellect was clouded with suffering and fever, and t h a t h e r verses were only a f irs t a ttem p t , for none of them was ever in any way revised, our f irs t impression m u s t be corrected. The verses are a spontaneous w itness and as such form a special kind of m irro r of the sick young woman’s emotions. According to the skill with which the form is used, i t becomes easy to guess when she was feeling be tter , and also when it was with difficulty th a t she could find th e words to express the inner con ten t of h e r soul. I t is then th a t the tex t seems rough and clumsy. There a re th ree them es in S is te r F au s tina ’s verses: approaching death, the bea ring of the suffering which is h e r lot, and adoration of the Divine Mercy. On the subject of dea th , S is te r F au s tina slides over the moment of death itself, not so much concerned with the threshold she m u s t cross as with th e e tern ity which waits upon the o ther side. 7 fasten on to the other zvorld, to Qod alone, Into the incomprehensible light, the very fire o f love, Tor my sou l and my heart are created fo r Tim, A n d my heart has loved T im from my tender youth. (Diary, Notebook VI, para. 1653). M y day is drazving to a close, ‘Even nozv I glimpse the refulgence o f you r light, O my Qod, T o one shall learn o f zvhat my heart is feeling; M y lips shall f a l l silent in great humility. Even nozv, I drazv nigh to the eternal nuptials, To heaven unending, to spaces zvithout limit. I long fo r no repose or rezvard; The pure love o f Qod drazvs me to heaven. 357