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Quote of the day, 14 December: St. John of the Cross

1. One dark night,
fired with love’s urgent longings
– ah, the sheer grace! –
I went out unseen,
my house being now all stilled.

2. In darkness, and secure,
by the secret ladder, disguised,
– ah, the sheer grace! –
in darkness and concealment,
my house being now all stilled.

3. On that glad night
in secret, for no one saw me,
nor did I look at anything
with no other light or guide
than the one that burned in my heart.

4. This guided me
more surely than the light of noon
to where he was awaiting me
– him I knew so well –
there in a place where no one appeared.

5. O guiding night!
O night more lovely than the dawn!
O night that has united
the Lover with his beloved,
transforming the beloved in her Lover.

6. Upon my flowering breast
which I kept wholly for him alone,
there he lay sleeping,
and I caressing him
there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.

7. When the breeze blew from the turret,
as I parted his hair,
it wounded my neck
with its gentle hand,
suspending all my senses.

8. I abandoned and forgot myself,
laying my face on my Beloved;
all things ceased; I went out from myself,
leaving my cares
forgotten among the lilies.

Saint John of the Cross

Poetry, 2: The Dark Night
Songs of the soul that rejoices in having reached the high state of perfection, which is union with God, by the path of spiritual negation

https://youtu.be/SjlmnqDJvio

ABOUT THE VIDEO:

From Central Washington University’s YouTube channel comes this stellar performance of Dark Night of the Soul by the noted Norwegian-American composer Ola Gjeilo. The video “liner notes” offer the following information:

“Dark Night of the Soul” (Ola Gjeilo) is sung by The Central Washington University Chamber Choir (Gary Weidenaar, director) joined by Ola Gjeilo on the piano and the Kairos String Quartet (comprised of CWU string faculty).

Composer Ola Gjeilo adds:

Dark Night of the Soul was written in 2010, and premiered that year by the Phoenix Chorale. The text, three stanzas from St. John of the Cross’ magical poem Dark Night of the Soul, was suggested to me by Joel Rinsema, Executive Director of the Phoenix Chorale, and I fell in love with its passionate spirituality right away. One of the things I wanted to do in this piece was to make the choir and piano fairly equal, as if in a dialogue; often the piano is accompanying the choir, but sometimes the choir is accompanying the piano (or violin) as well, with the choir kind of taking the role of a soft, but rich “string orchestra” texture. I just love the sound of voices humming chords, it creates a sound that can be so evocative and warm, especially when doubled by a string quartet. To me, that sound combination has a similar effect to a great synth pad, only it perhaps feels more organic and alive.

John of the Cross, St. 1991, The Collected Works of St. John of the Cross, Revised Edition, translated from the Spanish by Kavanaugh, K and Rodriguez, O with revisions and introductions by Kavanaugh, K, ICS Publications, Washington DC.

Featured image: Bangladesh photographer Prottoy Hasan captures this striking image of a man looking at the starry sky. Image credit: Prottoy Hasan / Unsplash (Stock photo)

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Quote of the day, 11 December: St. Maria Maravillas

I wish that everything, absolutely everything, would lead me to God, whatever it may be; to God, who is my life and my everything.

The love of the Lord knows no bounds; neither should ours.

The love we have at the end of our lives will be the love we have for all eternity.

If you were born to die of love, what does everything else matter?

How we must be with the Lord, and what tenderness of love we must have, for love is repaid with love!

Each day, if we are faithful, our capacity to love Him increases. What joy!

I want to know nothing else but to love the Lord. How small, how insignificant the world seems, and how foolish all the struggles and desires within it!

Each day I understand more deeply the nothingness of everything that is not God. I feel the urgent need to love Him and to forget myself entirely so that He alone may live in me.

This brief time of life must be well spent with joy, offering everything that happens to us with delight, since it is all for the sake of growing in love.

Why don’t all His creatures know and love Him? It’s because they don’t know Him. If they knew Him, they couldn’t help but love Him.

Saint Maria Maravillas

Pensamientos on love for God

Translation from the Spanish text is the blogger’s own work product and may not be reproduced without permission.

Featured image: This detail is from Mary, Queen of Scots, at Prayer, an oil on canvas painting executed in 1883 by Patrick William Adam (British, 1854–1929); it is part of the art collection at the John Muir House in Haddington, Scotland. Image credit: East Lothian Council, by The Public Catalogue Foundation via Art UK (Public domain)

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Last Remission (27 August to 13 September 1897)

On the afternoon of 27 August, these great sufferings came to an end (the tuberculosis had reached its final stage, 15–27 August 1897). There remained the fever (her temperature was never taken), the thirst, and above all the difficult respiration. She had only half the left lung with which to breathe.

So that she might see the garden in flower, her bed was moved to the middle of the infirmary with the window on her left. In front, framed by the curtains she could see the Virgin of the Smile.

Look! She’s watching for me!

She was surprised that having loved Mary so much she had had such difficulty all her life saying her rosary.

In these days of remission, Mother Agnès wrote down many of the sick nun’s words. They are short sentences, skipping from one subject to another. Thérèse remained mistress of life, as much through her gestures as her words. She still joked to cheer up her sisters. At the stage when ‘the outer man is wasting away and the inner man is being renewed day by day’ (2 Cor 4:16), Sister Thérèse appeared at peace, free, happy. Those around her were astonished. ‘What did you do to reach such unshakable peace?’

I forgot self and was careful not to seek myself in anything.

She thought about Sister Geneviève who was having sleepless nights because of her. She was not at a loss for lively repartee. Mother Agnès, still anxious, said: ‘Oh, how unfortunate it is when one is sick!’

No, we are not unfortunate when we are dying. Alas, how silly it is to be afraid of death! When one is married and has a husband and children, that’s understandable, but I have nothing!

On 30 August she went out onto the cloister on a movable bed which was placed in front of the open door of the chapel: it was her last visit to the Blessed Sacrament. She scattered rose petals for him. Sister Geneviève photographed her making this well-known gesture. On 14 September, scattering more petals, she said:

Gather up these petals carefully, sisters, they will be useful for you to do favors later on. Do not lose any of them.

This was one of her few prophetic utterances.

Aunt Guérin was ingenious at satisfying her craving for food, a result of her illness that surprised even Thérèse: she desired roast meat, thick soup, apple-charlotte, a chocolate éclair.

I have an appetite that’s making up for my whole life. I have always eaten like a martyr and now I could devour everything. It seems to me that I’m dying of hunger.

She spoke less and less. Everything is said. Her gaze often went to the garden; she counted nine pears on the pear tree near the window.

I love flowers very much, roses, red flowers, and beautiful pink daisies.

But also:

Look! Do you see the black hole (under the chestnut trees near the cemetery) where we can see nothing; I am in a hole like that as far as my body and soul are concerned. Ah, yes, what darkness! But I am at peace there.

When Dr. de Cornière returned from holiday he found her very emaciated, very weak (she had great difficulty making the sign of the cross). He could only say: ‘She has fifteen days to live.’ This time he was not mistaken.

Guy Gaucher, O.C.D.

Chapter 11: Sickness, passion, death

Note: Guy Étienne Germain Gaucher, O.C.D. was ordained Bishop of Meaux, France 19 October 1986. He did not remain long in that diocese; on 7 May 1987, he was appointed Auxiliary Bishop of Bayeux-Lisieux, France by Saint John Paul II. He served with distinction and deep love for his Discalced Carmelite sisters and brothers, especially Saint Thérèse, until his retirement on 1 July 2005, having reached the age limit. Bishop Gaucher died at the age of 84 on 3 July 2014; his funeral Mass was held on 10 July 2014 in the Basilica of St. Thérèse in Lisieux. 

Gaucher, G 1993, The story of a life: St. Thérèse of Lisieux, HarperSanFrancisco, San Francisco, CA.

Featured image: The bed where St. Thérèse died in the Holy Face Infirmary in the Carmel of Lisieux. Image credit: Screenshot from the virtual tour of the infirmary / Vimeo (Fair use)

https://carmelitequotes.blog/2024/09/05/guy-27aug-13sep97/

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