Principle and Foundation

aeternus | Daily Meditation, Saint of the Day | Thursday, July 30th, 2009

Fort de Chartres - crucifix on the wall

“Man is created to praise, reverence, and serve God our Lord, and by this means to save his soul.

And the other things on the face of the earth are created for man and that they may help him in prosecuting the end for which he is created.

From this it follows that man is to use them as much as they help him on to his end, and ought to rid himself of them so far as they hinder him as to it.

For this it is necessary to make ourselves indifferent to all created things in all that is allowed to the choice of our free will and is not prohibited to it; so that, on our part, we want not health rather than sickness, riches rather than poverty, honor rather than dishonor, long rather than short life, and so in all the rest; desiring and choosing only what is most conducive for us to the end for which we are created.”

– Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola

Bank of Love…

aeternus | Daily Meditation, Meditation, Saint Therese of Lisieux, adventure log | Monday, July 27th, 2009

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Today I have passed on to a new stage of life as a woman!  Let me explain…

It began last week on a summer outing with the children and a dear friend.  It has just turned “peach season” here in St. Louis and so we took a ride over to nearby Belleville, Illinois to the orchards at Echert’s Farm.  What summer could be complete without children getting a ride on a tractor I say?!  We were transported out to the deep part of the orchard where we were left to pick as many peaches as we could carry.  As we strolled along the pathway the children marveled at how beautiful and full the trees were.  I could hardly believe the beauty myself.  Gosh, the trees were abundantly filled with heaps of that delicious fruit!  Every peach sparkled gold with red and seemed to float upon the trees like magical treasure.  We were in awe over the scene and spent a good long time singing and picking fruit that we didn’t notice how long we had been there.  Eventually the nice tractor man came back to pick us up and took us back to the market.  Our loaded baskets were so heavy that I was quite thankful for the lift he gave us!

But today, was the big day.   It is upon this day I lay claim to having passed over and onto another stage of maturity and sophistication of motherhood.  It was today that we canned the peaches!

O.K. please don’t laugh too hard but I’m a city girl and have never had much training in the farm department!  It may have taken a few decades (and a few more) but I certainly feel much less anxiety about life now that I have accomplished such a feat!  I read everything possible I could on the Internet about canning before we began our kitchen gymnastics.  I noted carefully all the “tricks” and “hints” from super canners that I could find.  I talked to my mother, who in the cobwebs of her mature brain,  recalled a time in her early days canning fruit and vegetable with her Polish grandmother.  She couldn’t remember any inside tips but was full of happiness to recall her days with Grammy.  I was going to call my friend who lived for a few years on an Amish farm in Ohio but decided instead to surprise her with the “fruits of my efforts” at a later date.  (I guess I was feeling confident!)

Well, the canning went quite well.  In fact I just can’t believe just how wonderful those cans look!  I don’t know how we are going to be able to wait to eat those yummy looking glass jars!  I hope we can hold out for a few months.  Maybe I’ll just make a random date like, “the first snowfall” or “when the “last leaf drops off the dogwood tree” in the front yard.  Perhaps I will have to poll the children on this since they helped so very much in making this peach adventure so wonderful.

Now, I can’t exactly present this silly little story of my life without tying it back and giving thanks to the One who was so glorious and wonderful enough to give us those lovely tasting delightful peaches.  So, here is a meditation from our dear Saint Thérèse…

“Think of a beautiful peach with its delicate tint of rose, with its flavour so sweet that no human skill could invent such nectar. Tell me, Céline, is it for the peach’s own sake that God created that colour so fair to the eye, that velvety covering so soft to the touch? Is it for itself that He made it so sweet? Nay, it is for us; the only thing that is all its own and is essential to its being, is the stone; it possesses nothing beyond.

Thus also it pleases Jesus to lavish His gifts on certain souls in order to draw yet others to Himself; in His Mercy He humbles them inwardly and gently compels them to recognise their nothingness and His Almighty Power. Now this sentiment of humility is like a kernel of grace which God hastens to develop against that blessed day, when, clothed with an imperishable beauty, they will be placed, without danger, on the banqueting-table of Paradise. Dear little sister, sweet echo of my soul, Thérèse is far from the heights of fervour at this moment; but when I am in this state of spiritual dryness, unable to pray, or to practise virtue, I look for little opportunities, for the smallest trifles, to please my Jesus: a smile or a kind word, for instance, when I would wish to be silent, or to show that I am bored. If no such occasion offer, I try at least to say over and over again that I love Him. This is not hard, and it keeps alive the fire in my heart. Even should the fire of love seem dead, I would still throw my tiny straws on the ashes, and I am confident it would light up again.

It is true I am not always faithful, but I never lose courage. I leave myself in the Arms of Our Lord. He teaches me to draw profit from everything, from the good and from the bad which He finds in me.  He teaches me to speculate in the Bank of Love, or rather it is He Who speculates for me, without telling me how He does it—that is His affair, not mine. I have but to surrender myself wholly to Him, to do so without reserve, without even the satisfaction of knowing what it is all bringing to me. . . . After all, I am not the prodigal child, and Jesus need not trouble about a feast for me, because I am always with Him.

– Thérèse of Lisieux, A Story of a Soul, chapter XVI

Lay the ax to the root…

aeternus | Meditation, Perfection, Prayer | Sunday, July 26th, 2009

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We should enjoy much peace if we did not concern ourselves with what others say and do, for these are no concern of ours. How can a man who meddles in affairs not his own, who seeks strange distractions, and who is little or seldom inwardly recollected, live long in peace?

Blessed are the simple of heart for they shall enjoy peace in abundance.

Why were some of the saints so perfect and so given to contemplation? Because they tried to mortify entirely in themselves all earthly desires, and thus they were able to attach themselves to God with all their heart and freely to concentrate their innermost thoughts.

We are too occupied with our own whims and fancies, too taken up with passing things. Rarely do we completely conquer even one vice, and we are not inflamed with the desire to improve ourselves day by day; hence, we remain cold and indifferent. If we mortified our bodies perfectly and allowed no distractions to enter our minds, we could appreciate divine things and experience something of heavenly contemplation.

The greatest obstacle, indeed, the only obstacle, is that we are not free from passions and lusts, that we do not try to follow the perfect way of the saints. Thus when we encounter some slight difficulty, we are too easily dejected and turn to human consolations. If we tried, however, to stand as brave men in battle, the help of the Lord from heaven would surely sustain us. For He Who gives us the opportunity of fighting for victory, is ready to help those who carry on and trust in His grace.

If we let our progress in religious life depend on the observance of its externals alone, our devotion will quickly come to an end. Let us, then, lay the ax to the root that we may be freed from our passions and thus have peace of mind.

If we were to uproot only one vice each year, we should soon become perfect. The contrary, however, is often the case—we feel that we were better and purer in the first fervor of our conversion than we are after many years in the practice of our faith. Our fervor and progress ought to increase day by day; yet it is now considered noteworthy if a man can retain even a part of his first fervor.

If we did a little violence to ourselves at the start, we should afterwards be able to do all things with ease and joy. It is hard to break old habits, but harder still to go against our will.

If you do not overcome small, trifling things, how will you overcome the more difficult? Resist temptations in the beginning, and unlearn the evil habit lest perhaps, little by little, it lead to a more evil one.

If you but consider what peace a good life will bring to yourself and what joy it will give to others, I think you will be more concerned about your spiritual progress.

** THE IMITATION OF CHRIST — Thomas À Kempis

Sweet fall our tears from grateful eyes.

aeternus | Saint of the Day | Wednesday, July 22nd, 2009

Eastern Purple Coneflower (Echinacea purpurea)

On this beautiful feast of St. Mary Magdalene I thought to post a poem entitled the “Three Marys” by James Montgomery.  It is about Mary, the Mother of Jesus. Mary, the Sister of Lazarus. And, Mary the Magdalene.  I follow the poem with a prayer and a meditation for today which are taken from a Novena to St. Mary Magdalene.

Happy day to you!!

Like Mary, when the angel came

To hail her from on high;

When God’s Messengers proclaim

Glad tidings, would reply,–

“Behold the handmaid of the Lord,

Be it according to Thy word.”

Come, Holy Ghost, Thy power impart,

Form Christ in every heart.


Like Mary, placed at Jesus’ feet,

We hear His words with joy;

Nor would we change our humble seat

For Martha’s hard employ.

Now, too, like Mary, when she shed

The precious spikenard on his head,

Sweet fall our tears from grateful eyes,

While prayers’like incense rise.


Like Mary at the Sepulchre,

The risen Lord we seek:

Jesus, reveal Thyself:–like her,

Oh! might we hear Thee speak!

Thy look, Thy voice, Thy love the same,

Call each poor handmaid by her name,

While, with full heart and kindling eye,

All, all, “Rabboni!” cry.

*** James Montgomery


Prayer:

O Mary, pray for us; that we may draw ever closer to the Beloved and rest in His shadow, tasting the sweet fruits of His words!

Meditation:

I delight to rest in his shadow.

Readiness of obedience

aeternus | Prayer | Sunday, July 19th, 2009

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In vain my fancy strives to paint

The moment after death

The glories that surround the saint,

When yielding up its breath.

One gentle sigh their fetters breaks,

We scarce can say, “They’re gone!”

Before the willing spirit takes

Her mansion near the throne.

Faith strives, but all its efforts fail,

To trace her in her flight;

No eye can pierce within the veil

Which hides that world of light.

Thus much (and this is all) we know,

They are completely blest

Have done with sin, and care, and woe,

And with their Savior rest.

On harps of gold they praise his name,

His face they always view;

Then let us follow’rs be of them,

That we may praise him too.

Their faith and patience, love and zeal,

Should make their memory dear;

And, Lord, do thou the prayers fulfill,

They offered for us here

While they have gained, we losers are,

We miss them day by day;

But thou canst every breach repair,

And wipe our tears away.

We pray, as in Elisha’s case,

When great Elijah went,

May double portions of thy grace,

To us who stay, be sent.

John Newton (1725-1807)- Olney Hymns

Elijah is preeminently the elder of the prophets. The crown, the throne and the scepter are his. His garments are white with flame. He seems exalted in his fiery and prayerful nature, as a being seemingly superhuman, but the New Testament places him alongside of us as man of like nature with us. Instead of placing himself outside the sphere of humanity, in the marvelous results of his praying, it points to him as an example to be imitated and as inspiration to stimulate us. To pray like Elijah, and to have results like Elijah, is the crying need of the times.

Elijah had learned the lesson of prayer, and had graduated in that divine school ere we know him. Somewhere in the secret places, on mountain or in plain, he had been alone with God, an intercessor against the debasing idolatry of Ahab. Mightily had his prayers prevailed with God. How confidently and well assured were the answers to his praying.

He had been talking with God about vengeance. He was the embodiment of his times. Those times were times of vengeance. The intercessor was not to be clothed with an olive branch with its fillet of wood, the symbol of a suppliant for mercy, but with fire, the symbol of justice and the messenger of wrath. How abruptly does he come before us in the presence of Ahab! Well assured and with holy boldness does he declare before the astonished, cowering king his message of fearful import, a message gained by his earnest praying,—“in praying he prayed that it might not rain,” and God did not deny his prayer. “As the Lord God of Israel liveth, before whom I stand, there shall not be dew nor rain these years but according to my word.”

The secret of his praying and the character of the man are found in the words, “Before whom I stand.” We are here reminded of Gabriel’s words to Zacharias in informing this priest of the coming of a son to him and his wife in their old age: “I am Gabriel that standeth in the presence of God.” The archangel Gabriel had scarcely more unflinching devotion, more courage, and more readiness of obedience, and more jealously of God’s honor, than Elijah. What projecting power do we see in his prayer! “And it rained not on the earth by the space of three years and six months.” What omnipotent forces which can command the powers of nature! “Not dew nor rain.” What man is this who dares utter such a claim or assert such a power? If his claim be false, he is a fanatic or a madman. If his claim be true, he has stayed the benevolent arm of Omnipotence, and put himself, by God’s leave, in God’s place. The accursed and burnt-up land and the fiery, rainless and dewless days and nights, attest the truth of his saying, and prove the sternness, strength, firmness and passion of the man who holds back the clouds and stays the blessed visitation of the rain. Elijah is his name, and this attests the truth of that name, “My God is Jehovah.”

His prayers have the power to stay the benignant course of nature. He stands in God’s stead in this matter. The sober, passionless, unimaginative James, the brother of our Lord, in his Epistle, says to us: “See what prayer can do, by Elijah! Pray as Elijah prayed. Let the righteous man put forth to its fullest extent the energy of prayer. Let saints and sinners, angels and devils, see and feel the mighty potencies of prayer. See how the prayer of a good man has power and influence, and avails with God!”

No sham praying was that of Elijah, no mere performance, no spiritless, soulless, official praying was it. Elijah was in Elijah’s praying. The whole man, with all his fiery forces, was in it. Almighty God to him was real. Prayer to him was the means of projecting God in full force on the world, in order to vindicate His name, establish His own being, to avenge His blasphemed name and violated law, and to vindicate His servants.

Instead of “prayed earnestly,” in James 5:17, the Revised Version has it, “In his prayer he prayed,” or “with prayer he prayed.” That is, with all the combined energies of prayer he prayed.

Elijah’s praying was strong, insistent, and resistless in its elements of power. Feeble praying secures no results and brings neither glory to God nor good to man.

Edward M. Bounds,  (1835-1913) Prayer and Praying Men

Happy Feast day!

aeternus | Carmelite, Novena, Our Lady of Mount Carmel, Prayer | Thursday, July 16th, 2009

Annual Outdoor Novena to Our Lady of Mt. Carmel at the Carmel of

I guess I could have posted this greeting earlier today but at least it is coming before the new day!

Having just returned from the Novena to Our Lady of Mt. Carmel I wanted to point everyone to a wonderful audio homily from Fr. Chowning.  How blessed to have a Carmelite Friar saying mass on this feast day.  The homily was so wonderful I just can’t encourage you enough to have a listen. In fact, stop on over to the Meditations from Carmel Podcast to have a look and listen to all the wonderful things going on at the Annual Outdoor Novena to our Lady of Mt. Carmel.

Here is a little meditation from Father’s homily:  ”Prayer is that intimate loving relationship with God who dwells within us and when we open ourselves up to that relationship we are transformed, we come to know that we are loved.  And once we know we are loved by God, this creates beauty within us.  It also allows us to see the beauty in other people and the beauty of the world around us.  Intimate prayer with God allows God to imprint His beauty, and His goodness and His love in us.  And, to bring out the beauty and the goodness and the love with which He has created in us.  Because He created out of love and for love, woven into the very fibers of our being is an image of the Trinity, a God of love, a God of relationship.

Victim of Divine Love

Annual Outdoor Novena to Our Lady of Mt. Carmel at the Carmel of
It is about an hour to our wonderful feast day of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, I am just back from the Novena up the hill at the Carmelite Monastery. What a special day of getting ready to celebrate!  And, what a grace to have had such a beautiful evening mass with the Carmelite Friar, Father Daniel Chowning, OCD from the Discalced Carmelite Hermit Community in Hinton, West Virginia. His homily tonight (on the Immaculate Conception) was awesome! You can listen in here.

But as I ready for bed my thoughts have drifted to dear St. Therese. She was near her death as this same feast day drew upon her so many years ago. She lie in her sick bed, full of pain and suffering in both mind and body. We all know how this great Saint traveled through a dark desert during her last year on this earth, and yet, she continued to walk strongly in dark, blind faith through this trial. It is hard to believe she could compose such beautiful sentiments during this time of her greatly suffering soul but she did. Here is an excerpt from Story of a Soul…

“A very heavy cross awaited her before going to join her Spouse. From August 16 to September 30, the happy day of her death, she was unable to receive Holy Communion, because of her continual sickness. Few have hungered for the Bread of Angels like this seraph of earth. Again and again during that last winter of her life, after nights of intolerable pain, she rose at early morn to partake of the Manna of Heaven, and she thought no price too heavy to pay for the bliss of feeding upon God. Before depriving her altogether of this Heavenly Food, Our Lord often visited her on her bed of pain. Her Communion on July 16, the feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, was specially touching. During the previous night she composed some verses which were to be sung before Communion.

Thou know’st the baseness of my soul, O Lord, Yet fearest not to stoop and enter me. Come to my heart, O Sacrament adored! Come to my heart . . . it craveth but for Thee! And when Thou comest, straightway let me die Of very love for Thee; this boon impart! Oh, hearken Jesus, to my suppliant cry: Come to my heart!

In the morning, when the Holy Viaticum was carried to the Infirmary, the cloisters were thickly strewn with wild flowers and rose-petals. A young Priest, who was about to say his first Mass that day in the Chapel of the Carmel, bore the Blessed Sacrament to the dying Sister; and at her desire, Sister Mary of the Eucharist—whose voice was exceptionally sweet—sang the following couplet:

Sweet martyrdom! to die of love’s keen fire:
The martyrdom of which my heart is fain!
Hasten, ye Cherubim, to tune your lyre;
I shall not linger long in exile’s pain!
. . . . . .

Fulfill my dream, O Jesus, since I sigh
Of love to die!”

Drop of water…

aeternus | Carmelite, Daily Meditation, Saint Teresa de Los Andes | Monday, July 13th, 2009

Annual Outdoor Novena to Our Lady of Mt. Carmel at the Carmel of

Today is the feast day of one of my most very favorite souls, Carmelite Sister, Saint Teresa of the Andes.  I love her language of love and her metaphoric language.  Heavy words such as “immolation of self” make me cower but when she talks of the abyss I admit to wanting to float away with her on that beautiful giant waterway…

I will share a quote she wrote in a letter to her Sister from Carmel she said:

‘Jesus already lives in my heart. I strive to unite myself, to become like Him and abase myself in Him. I’m a drop of water that must disappear in the Infinite Ocean. But there is an abyss that the drop cannot cross; and the ocean overflows in such a way that the drop of water remains in the most complete abandonment of itself and lives in a continuous whisper, calling to the Divine Ocean.’

** the photo above shows a mosaic from the Chapel at the Carmel of St. Joseph.

Our Lady of Mount Carmel Novena – night 1

aeternus | Carmelite, News, Novena, Our Lady of Mount Carmel | Sunday, July 12th, 2009
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Deacon Anthony Ochoa and Fr. Michael Houser

Last night the Carmelite Nuns began their Annual Outdoor novena in honor of Our Lady of Mt. Carmel at the Carmel of St. Joseph here in St. Louis. In an effort to let you pray this novena with us the community will be sharing photos and audio from each night of the Novena. You may listen and pray along with us in the Rosary and Benediction services which are held in the chapel before the Novena begins on the front lawns of the Monastery. Then you may listen to the homilist from each mass.

The theme of Saturday evening’s mass was Mary, Disciple of the Lord. Mass was celebrated by Father Michael Houser the Associate Pastor, Holy Trinity Parish. Father Houser was assisted in mass by Transitionary Deacon Anthony Ochoa. The choir was a selection of beautiful voices from the Carmelite Sisters of the Divine Heart of Jesus who also reside in St. Louis.

Rosary and Benediction

listen to the homilist

Blessed Louis and Zélie Martin

aeternus | Carmelite, News | Saturday, July 11th, 2009

News from Maureen:

Philadelphia PA (JULY 10, 2009) – The first liturgical feast of Blessed Louis and Zélie Martin, the parents of St. Thérèse of Lisieux, will be celebrated at Lisieux on Sunday, July 12. His Eminence Cardinal Dionigi Tettamanzi, Archbishop of Milan, will preside at a Pontifical Mass at the Basilica of St. Thérèse at 10:30 a.m. The weekend will include a special exhibition about the Martin family; prayer vigils; and a conference, “Happiness in the Martin Family.”

Louis and Zélie Martin, the first spouses in the history of the Church to be proposed for sainthood as a couple, were beatified on Mission Sunday, October 19, 2009, in the Basilica of St. Thérèse at Lisieux. Cardinal Tettamanzi opened the inquiry into the healing of the baby Pietro Schiliro of Monza, in the diocese of Milan, in 2002.

Pietro had a serious lung disease at birth, and the Congregation for the Causes of Saints certified Pietro’s healing as the miracle necessary for the beatification of Louis and Zélie Martin. The Cardinal has invited the families of his diocese to accompany him to Lisieux.

For information and photos, and to see a photo show of the 2008 beatification and the historic exhibit “Story of a Family” at Lisieux, please see http://thereseoflisieux.org


Repair the lost time…

aeternus | Brother Lawrence | Friday, July 10th, 2009

Lafayette Park Mansion

“Let us thus think often that our only business in this life is to please GOD, that perhaps all besides is but folly and vanity. You and I have lived above forty years in religion [i.e., a monastic life]. Have we employed them in loving and serving GOD, who by His mercy has called us to this state and for that very end? I am filled with shame and confusion, when I reflect on the one hand upon the great favours which GOD has done, and incessantly continues to do, me; and on the other, upon the ill use I have made of them, and my small advancement in the way of perfection.

Since by His mercy He gives us still a little time, let us begin in earnest, let us repair the lost time, let us return with a full assurance to that FATHER of mercies, who is always ready to receive us affectionately. Let us renounce, let us generously renounce, for the love of Him, all that is not Himself; He deserves infinitely more. Let us think of Him perpetually. Let us put all our trust in Him: I doubt not but we shall soon find the effects of it, in receiving the abundance of His grace, with which we can do all things, and without which we can do nothing but sin.

We cannot escape the dangers which abound in life, without the actual and continual help of GOD; let us then pray to Him for it continually. How can we pray to Him without being with Him? How can we be with Him but in thinking of Him often? And how can we often think of Him, but by a holy habit which we should form of it? You will tell me that I am always saying the same thing: it is true, for this is the best and easiest method I know; and as I use no other, I advise all the world to it. We must know before we can love. In order to know GOD, we must often think of Him; and when we come to love Him, we shall then also think of Him often, for our heart will be with our treasure.”

– Brother Lawrence of the Resurrection, OCD

Practice of the Presence of God: The Best Rule of Holy Life

The Mission of My (our) Life prayer…

aeternus | Daily Meditation, Prayer | Monday, July 6th, 2009

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“God has created me to do Him some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next.

I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good; I shall do His work. I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending it if I do but keep His commandments. Therefore, I will trust Him, whatever I am, I can never be thrown away.

If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him, in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him. If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about.

He may take away my friends. He may throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me. Still, He knows what He is about.”

–  John Henry Cardinal Newman (1801-1890)

** photo of the early dawn somewhere near Rend Lake, Illinois.

A tiny flower delights it…

aeternus | Carmelite, Prayer, Saint Teresa of Avila | Sunday, July 5th, 2009

Angel Oak - St. John's Island, South Carolina

Angel Oak - St. John's Island, South Carolina

A long while back I found a wonderful old book entitled “St. Teresa’s Book-mark A Meditative Commentary” by the Rev. Father Luke of St. Joseph, a Discalced Carmelite”.  I glanced at the book this afternoon and was so filled with peace after reading the first chapter I thought I would post its contents here….

“The human heart, how large and yet how small. Creatures can do nothing against it. Whatever happens is foreseen and pre-ordained, as well as permitted, ~by our Heavenly Father. The Saints, those souls so dear to God, dwell in heights inaccessible to the majority of mortals. There, nearer to heaven, they breathe the very atmosphere of faith, of purity, of love and of filial confidence in the Divine Goodness. My dearest Mother, the peerless Saint Teresa, our inspired Doctor and beloved Spouse of Jesus, in order to show us the peace and sweet abandonment in the arms of God, such as is enjoyed by souls who have reached heights such as these, com posed this beautiful poem:

Let nothing trouble thee,

Let nothing affright thee.

All things are passing;

God only is changeless.

Patience gains all things,

Who hath God, wanteth nothing,

God alone sufficeth.

This is one of the sweetest and most sublime songs that has ever resounded in this vale of sighs and tears, a canticle supremely beautiful and profoundly wise; it combines the greatest theological truths, the most lofty thoughts of philosophy, and the sweetest de lights of poetry. It is the language of an angelic mind, the song of a soul who feels like a poet, prays like a Christian and loves like a Saint ; and who weeps, moans and sighs as one exiled from heaven.

Let nothing trouble thee,

Let nothing affright thee;

Even though there rise up against thee, my soul, the powers of earth and of darkness, the hatred of men and the fury of hell, whilst the insane passions of the multitudes clamor with rage, and kingdoms plot vengeance against thee, although thou feelest violently the agitation of the senses whose temptations cause the very innocence of thy heart to shudder in terror, yet

Let nothing trouble thee,

Let nothing affright thee ;

for thy will, although seemingly so frail, is omnipotent and invincible because nothing nor anyone can overpower it, if it does not wilfully allow itself to be conquered. Although thou art the plaything of thy own heart, which at one time feels with sublimest melancholy of the majesty of heaven, and yet soon is smirched by the petty things of earth ; which now on the wings of its fairy dreams seems to swing over the confines of time into eternity, and now in adversity dashes itself against the dull, hard rocks of sadness

Let nothing trouble thee,

Let nothing affright thee

for God has been pleased to fashion the human heart in a very singular and noble manner; so small that a tiny flower delights it and so large that only the infinite can fill it; so frail that a single word perplexes it and a smile of love captivates it, and so powerful that neither the angels of heaven with their wisdom, nor men with their cunning, nor the demons with their artfulness, can penetrate its sanctuary nor read its thoughts, nor change its inclinations, if it does not of itself freely consent. God alone knows the secret of its strength. If the seas become violently agitated, enveloping with their great waves the utmost limits of the earth and raising against the very heavens the foam of their billows, filling the abyss with the roar of their turbulent commotions; if empires fall and kingdoms perish and the moral, religious and political world becomes wrapped in the violent whirl wind of human passions that seem to drag in their wake all that is most sacred on earth the innocence of the upright heart, the sanctity of marriage and the hearth, and threaten even to destroy God s Holy Church and her sublime doctrine, yet

Let nothing trouble thee,

Let nothing affright thee ;

for all that happens in heaven and upon earth, the mutations of the physical world as well as the disturbances of men’s moral nature, the wreck of cities and the ruin of nations all are foreseen by God, permitted or ordained by an all-wise Providence, Who knows how to direct all things to His greater honor and glory and the welfare of His

chosen ones. And if individuals and nations possessed by an insane giddiness rush blindly on towards the precipice, carried, as it were, on the wings of frightful fatalism, yet

Let nothing trouble thee,

Let nothing affright thee ;

because men and nations are carried in the arms of a provident God, Who is all justice, love and wisdom. As God is love, He directs all to the welfare of His elect and to show the splendor of His glory. As God is justice, He allows nations to be frequently bathed in blood so that they may be purified from their apostacies and rise afterwards rejuvenated and turn to the enjoyment of days full of peace and prosperity. As wisdom, God brings forth good from evil, from chaos and confusion order and harmony; He makes light to shine from darkness and from the depths of corruption He causes to spring forth great and heroic virtues.”

The eye of faith discerns

aeternus | Eucharist, Prayer | Thursday, July 2nd, 2009

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“The Lord said to St. Catherine: “The heart of man ought truly to be pierced and melted by considering, among the benefits bestowed by Me, the exceeding benefit of the holy and venerable Eucharist. But this is to be looked upon with the eye of the intellect and of faith, not only with the eye of the body: for the eye of faith discerns, under the insignificant species of bread, the true God and true Man. how great is the excellence and dignity of receiving in a state of grace this admirable and ineffable Sacrament! For It is the Bread of Life and the Food of Angels. He who fitly receives It, abideth in Me, and I in him. My incomprehensible charity provideth for you this salutary food, 247that in this life, in which you are wayfarers and pilgrims, you may hence derive solace and refreshment, and that the memory may remain with you of the Passion and Precious Blood of My only begotten Son.”

It is, therefore, laudable to abstain sometimes from the sacramental reception of the Eucharist through humility and holy fear or reverence; but it is much better to receive it frequently through charity, and desire for the glory of God and the common good, or out of special devotion. Assuredly, since this most excellent Sacrament is the fountain of all grace, and the medicine of the soul, no one ought lightly to absent himself from its reception, because, perchance, he does not feel spiritual sweetness and consolation, or because he is afflicted with grievous and importunate temptations. For he who communicates piously and humbly reaps great benefit, not only for himself, but also for others, living and dead. But he who, being impeded by hatred of his neighbour, or by any other grievous crime, fears not to receive the Holy Eucharist, incurs eternal damnation [1 Cor. xi. 29]. Such a one is inevitably lost, unless he be reconciled to God by penance.”

– Spiritual Works of Louis of Blois

** photo of John’s farm road in Krakow, MO

He leaves His very breath upon the watchers soul

aeternus | Meditation, poem | Wednesday, July 1st, 2009

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DEEP in the dark I hear the feet of God,
He walks the world ; He puts His holy hand
On every sleeper,- only puts his hand
Within it benedictions for each one;
Then passes on, but ah ! whene’er He meets
A watcher waiting for Him, He is glad.
(Does God, like man, feel lonely in the dark?)
He rests His hand upon the watcher s brow,
But more than that, He leaves His very breath
Upon the watchers soul, and more than this,
He stays for holy hours where watchers pray,
And more than that He oftimes lifts the veils
That hide the Visions of the world unseen.
The brightest sanctities of highest souls
Have blossomed into beauty in the dark.
How extremes meet! the very darkest crimes,
That blight the souls of men, are strangely born
Beneath the shadows of the holy night.

Deep in the dark I hear His holy feet,
Around Him rustle Archangelic wings;
He lingers by the Temple where His Christ
Is watching in His Eucharistic sleep ;
And where poor hearts in sorrow cannot rest
He lingers there to soothe their weariness.
Where mothers weep above the dying child
He stays to bless the mothers bitter tears,
And consecrates the cradle of her child,
Which is to her her spirit s awful cross.
He shudders past the haunts of sin, yet leaves
E’er there a mercy for the wayward hearts.
Still as a shadow through the night he moves
With hands all full of blessings, and with heart
All full of everlasting love; ah me!
How God does love this poor and sinful world!

The stars behold Him as he passes on
And arch His path of mercy with their rays.
The stars are grateful, He gave them their light,
And now they give Him back the light He gave.
The shadows tremble in adoring awe;
They feel His Presence and they know His Face.
The shadows, too, are grateful, could they pray,
How they would flower all His way with prayers !
The sleeping trees wake up from all their dreams,
Were their leaves lips, ah me ! how they would sing
A grand Magnificat as His Mary sang.
The lowly grasses and the fair-faced flowers
Watch their Creator as he passes on
And mourn they have no hearts to love their God,
And sigh they have no souls to be beloved.
Man, only man the image of his God
Lets God pass by when He walks forth at night.

– Fr. Abram J. Ryan  1879

** photo St. Gertrude cemetery – Krakow, Missouri

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