June 25th in 1350

June 25th in 1350



Dear God, I undestant you. I have seen the rotiness in people. I want to help you, but I fear the worst. The disease has gotten the best of me. It seems that no one is safe from it, not even your pious servant.


I have tried to hide my fits from my fellow monks. I have tried to stay alone, but every passing minute it seems harder. Lord, help me! Help me help others. My condition getting worse by the hour, I cannot stand anymore.High fever torments me and as I cough I bleed. I fear, I wound be able to write you after this.


I ask of you, Lord, help me on my way to yout kingdom. don’t let Lucifer have my soul.I put my soul in your hands, Lord.


Oh, Mi Lord…