Sonntags während der Messe, wenn sie aufschaute und in das von bläulichem Weihrauch umwobene holde Antlitz der Madonna blickte, dann war sie immer tief ergriffen und ganz weich gestimmt gewesen, leicht und ohne Last wie eine Flaumfeder, die der Sturmwind wegweht ...
At mass on Sundays, when she looked up, she saw the gentle face of the Virgin amid the blue smoke of the rising incense. Then she was moved; she felt herself weak and quite deserted, like the down of a bird whirled by the tempest, and it was unconsciously that she went towards the church, included to no matter what devotions, so that her soul was absorbed and all existence lost in it.