Why is it so hard for us to imagine a soul so deeply in love with Christ, that the mere thought of His breathing His last on the Cross could make her feel as though she was going to dissolve into nothingness? The sensitivity of a soul wholly given over to Christ and seeking His love as her primary occupation and preoccupation can seem foreign to those given over to dissipation and self-absorption. The beauty of such a soul enveloped by Love is captured in these few lines from St. Faustina's diary and they are reminiscent of the longing described in the Song of Songs.
“When Jesus had given up His last breath, my soul dissolved from the pain, and for a long time I could not come to myself. I found some relief in tears. The One whom my heart had come to love has died. Will anyone understand my grief?”