God’s economy and Gertrud at the stock exchange

O dear Truth, o just fairness of God, how will I appear before your face bearing my iniquity, the guilt of my wasted life, the weight of my exceedingly great thoughtlessness? I have not, alas, paid the coin of Christian faith and of spiritual life to the money dealers at the table of charity, where you might receive it as you wish together with its increasing earnings of total perfection.
Not only have I spent in idleness the talent of time entrusted to me, but I have also lost it, treated it perversely and squandered it altogether. Where will I go, where will I turn myself, and where will I flee from your face?
O Truth, you have justice and fairness as indivisible associates. You judge all things by number, weight, and measure. Whatever you seize, you lift onto an exceedingly just scale. Woe to me, a thousand times woe, if I were handed over to you without an advocate to answer for me. O Charity, may you be my deputy. Answer for me. Obtain indulgence for me. Act in my cause so that I may live by your grace.
Execitia spiritualis , book 7, 80-94