I felt my poor heart under a press, so very hard, because of the privation of my sweet Jesus. Oh! how I moaned and agonized; and doing my usual round in the Creation in order to follow the acts of His Will in It, as I arrived in the sea, I called Him and said to Him: “My Jesus, come—come back; Your little daughter is calling You in the sea. I call you together with the vastness of these waters, with their murmuring; I call You in the darting of the fish; I call You with the power of Your own Will that extends within this sea. If You do not want to listen to my voice that calls you, listen to the many innocent voices being unleashed from this sea, that are calling You. O please! don’t make me struggle any longer, for I can take no more.” But—no! with all the voices of the sea, Jesus would not come.
Therefore I had to move into the sun, and I called Him in the sun; I called Him with the immensity of its light. So, wherever I went, I called Him in the name of each created thing, and of His very Will that dominated within them. Then, as I arrived under the azure vault of the heavens, I said to Him: “Hear, oh Jesus, I am bringing You all Your works; don’t You hear the voice of all the heavens, the innumerable voices of the stars that call You? They all want to surround You, and make You a visit, as their Creator and Father. And You—do You want to send us all back?”
Now, while I was saying this, my sweet Jesus came out, and placing Himself as though in the middle of all His works, told me: “My daughter, what a beautiful surprise you gave Me today. You brought Me all My works to visit Me; I feel My Glory, My Happiness, being redoubled, in seeing Myself surrounded by all My works, that I recognize as many children of Mine. …”