My Divine Heart is the Heart of a Father Who loves His children to folly () a refuge for all men to come and rest in It, as a haven from the cares and burdens of the world () I desire to be loved, honored, worshipped, and venerated by all My children () Do not deny your Father this plea. I will accept anyone who comes to Me with a sincere heart.
Another of them died last night. His body was in the bazaar this morning. It lay, with a collecting bowl at its feet, on the charpoy that is reserved for those who die without money or family to bury them. He looked desiccated and his skin had the sheen and color of the dates we eat to break our fast. There are new bodies on that charpoy every week.