I'm sorry, Lord.
I carry Your suffering within me – and I don't think about it!
Your death works in me – and I'm not aware of it!
I constantly experience Your dying – and I do not perceive it!
Your resurrection is in me – and I rejoice so little in it!
I'm sorry, Lord.
(Benedikt Holota OFM /* 1922/, diary, March 18, 1977)