I am the thief on the left
Side of the holy cross
I have not yet repented
Even if a long time ago
He has forgiven me
For I did not know
What I was doing
His grace was still
Not enough for me
Since I was too proud
To accept God’s gift.

Longing for repentance
And a contrite heart
I now crucify myself
On the hill of tribulations
I nail my own judgments
And I restrain my body
With fasting and vigil
All day and night long
When thirsty I drink
Only bitter vinegar
When I am hungry
I eat a snake not a fish
Until seeds of the tree
Of the cross will grow
In my wretched blood
Seeds of light and grace
Which will blossom
In every cell of my body.

Homo Liturgicus, Amazon. com