Bicentenary

Vedrá, the night of August 2, 1866                           

Battle

This day was very hard for me, and so bad that my soul could hardly breathe. At sunset I went to prayer and began to call my Beloved: “congregation of all the saints and of all the angels and the just united in Christ, your Head, holy Church, spotless virgin, hear me! My spouse, open your arms and receive into your bosom this wretched mortal. Let me die in this solitude; sweetest Mother let the world see me no more. Open your heart, and allow, holy Church, me your son to rest upon it and to enjoy the eternal repose which he searches for.”