Time does not pass, eternity doesn’t come. Jesus, why can’t I see any little ray of light yet, or find a moment of joy among my loved ones?
Most Holy Will of my God, I want you, I love you with all my heart and with all my soul. I live as a fugitive, like a thief hiding myself from everything and from everyone. But by the same token I cannot stand the pain caused by seeing the distance that separates me from Jesus: He in Heaven and I am on earth.
My God, when will I see Thee and love Thee? That source in me from which sprang the longing to love and possess Thee has dried up in me.