My soul is truly like an abyss filled with sufferings and my heart is like an uncultivated land… Previously, my soul was really only an uncultivated plot; but, transformed by Jesus’ hand it became his flowerbed, his place for rest and for walking… My soul, which has become uncultivated ground [again], always carries the imprint of the step of my Beloved. This imprint remains a cause of comfort for my heart. Although I can no longer see Love in person, I can, at least, see the traces of this Love, and that is sufficient for me.
Little Brother Marcel Văn CSsR (1928–1959)