Wednesday 17th March. Morning. A piemontese woman, in Purgatory, asks him gently to prey for her and her husband, in Purgatory as well. For twice, because the first time the carthusian fell asleep and forgot about it.
The heart, in the One, is plural
“to madonna Jacopa servant of God
friar Francesco, poor of Christ.
Know, dearest, that Christ revealed to me the end on my life,
That will be immediate.
But if you want to find me alive, seen this letter
come to Santa Maria degli Agnoli;
that, if you have not come until saturday,
you will not find me alive.
And bring with you a cilice cloth,
To wrap my body,
And the wax needed for the burial.
I beg you to bring me those things to eat,
You used to give me
When I was ill in Rome”.
“…those things to eat…”: the «mostaccioli», cakes made of honey and almonds.
S.Bernardo di Chiaravalle to Ermengarda: “I love because I love, I love to love!”
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