"O Lord forgive me, I am afraid to see your face, because I am sure that if I do so, I shall not be able to escape any more, but I shall have to drink the chalice. Since you will appear to me crowned with thorns and full of blood, nailed to the cross and I will be taken back by this demanding and faithful love, I won't be able to escape from my sorrow without blushing as if it were a defection."

P. Lyonnet, Preghiere per il tempo della malattia


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