As an altarboy -- I was nine or ten -- I said these words at the foot of the altar every day an didn't have the slightest idea what I was saying: . . .
". . . quia tu es Deus, fortitudo mea, quare me repulisti . . ."
[". . . for You are God, my strength, why do you keep putting me off . . ."]
Now sixty years later these same words keep returning. I have finally come to understand them.