I don’t hear Jesus… I don’t know where he’s gone. I would like to call him back, but I worry that I might disturb him. So I let him go where he wants. Ah, I know where he’s gone! He went into the deep forest to rescue the lost lamb; he walked up to Jerusalem, where he is far from his intimate friends. So, now I can accept my solitude and not be surprised at my state of dryness.
Little Brother Marcel Văn CSsR (1928–1959)