Dying of Love is what I hope for. When I shall see my bonds broken, My God will be my Great Reward. I don’t desire to possess other goods.
Dying of Love is a truly sweet martyrdom, And that is the one I wish to suffer.O Cherubim! Tune your lyre, For I sense my exile is about to end! Flame of Love, consume me unceasingly.
“Living on Love, what strange folly!” The world says to me, “Ah! Stop your singing. Don’t waste your perfumes, your life. Learn to use them well…” Loving you, Jesus, is such a fruitful loss! All my perfumes are yours forever. I want to sing on leaving this world: “I’m dying of Love!”
Living on Love is imitating Mary, Bathing your divine feet that she kisses, transported. With tears, with precious perfume She dries them with her long hair… Then standing up, she shatters the vase, And in turn she anoints your Sweet Face, As for me, the perfume with which I anoint your Face Is my Love!
Living on Love is wiping your Face, It’s obtaining the pardon of sinners. O God of Love! May the return to your grace, And may they forever bless your Name. Even in my heart the blasphemy resounds. To efface it, I always want to sing: “I adore and love your Sacred Name. I live on Love!
Living on Love, O my Divine Master, Is begging you to spread your Fire In the holy, sacred soul of your priest. May he be purer than a seraphim in Heaven! Ah! Glorify your Immortal Church! Jesus, do not be deaf to my sighs. I, her child, sacrifice myself for her, I live on Love.
Living on Love, when Jesus is sleeping. Is rest on stormy seas. Oh! Lord, don’t fear that I’ll wake you. I’m waiting in peace in Heaven’s shore… Faith will soon tear its veil. My hope is to see you one day. Charity swells and pushes my sail: I live on Love! –St. Therese of Lisieux, Living on Love