Contemplation

Abridged Commonweal article: Poetry and the Contemplative Life

Christ on the Cross is the fount of all art because He is the Word, the fount of all grace and wisdom. He is the center of everything, of the whole economy of the natural and supernatural orders. Everything points to this anointed King of Creation Who is the splendor of the eternal light and the mirror of the Godhead without stain. He is the “image of the invisible God, the firstborn of every creature… in Him were all things created, by Him and in Him… He is before all and by Him all things consist… in Whom it hath pleased the Father that all things should dwell… for in Him dwelleth all the fullness of the Godhead corporeally,

Christ is our inspiration, and Christ is at the center of the contemplative life. Therefore, it would seem fairly evident that the one thing that will most contribute to the perfection of Catholic literature in general and poetry in particular will be for our writers and poets to start leading lives of active contemplation….prayer will become the life of our soul, and we will be able to carry on affective prayer everywhere.  

…He insists that the highest experience of the artist penetrates not only beyond the sensible surface of things into their inmost reality, but even beyond that to God Himself.  More than that, the analogy with mystical experience is deeper and closer still because, as he says, the intuition of the artist sets in motion the very same psychological processes which accompany infused contemplation.

The Augustinian psychology, which forms the traditional substratum of Christian mystical theology, distinguishes between an inferior and superior soul….the soul (inferior) acts through its faculties, making decisions and practical judgments concerning temporal external things…The  ‘superior’  soul  is  the same soul..the  principle or actus primus…flow  from…inner principle…the superior soul…strictly the image of God within…if we are to contemplate God at all, this internal image must be reformed by grace…we must enter within ourselves by recollection, withdrawing our faculties from external things into this inner sanctuary which is the substance of the soul itself. The majority of people, even those who possess the gift of sanctifying grace, never enter into this inward self, which is an abode of silence and peace and where the diversified activities of the intellect and will are collected, so to speak, into one intense and smooth and spiritualized activity which far exceeds in its fruitfulness the plodding efforts of reason working on external reality with its analyses and syllogisms.

…The artist, the poet, the metaphysician is, then, in some sense already naturally prepared and disposed to remove  some of  the principal  obstacles to the light of infused contemplation. He will be less tempted than the ordinary man to reach out for sensible satisfactions and imaginable thrills. He will be more ready to keep himself detached from the level of feeling and emotionalism which so easily make the devotion of less wary souls degenerate into sentimentality….

Mystical contemplation is absolutely beyond the reach of man’s activity. There is nothing he can do to obtain it by himself. It is a pure gift of God. God gives it to whom He wills, when He wills, and in the way and degree in which He wills….the voiding  and  emptying  of  the  soul, clearing it of all images, all  likenesses  of  and  attachments  to  created things so that it may be clean and pure to receive the obscure  light of God’s own presence. The  soul  must  be  stripped  of  all  its  desires  for natural  satisfactions, no matter how high, how noble or how excellent in themselves….As long as it rests in creatures, it cannot possess God and be possessed by Him…once again a case of God’s light shining in the darkness, “and the darkness did not comprehend it.” (John 1.5)

…poetry can, indeed, help to bring us rapidly through that part of the journey to contemplation that is called active: but when we are entering the realm of true contemplation, where  eternal  happiness  begins, it may turn around and bar our way….Mystical prayer, on the contrary, enriches man a hundredfold more both in time and in eternity…

Online article from Commonweal. Linked to complete article. Background of Commonweal from Wikipedia: American and liberal journal of opinion, edited and managed by lay Catholics, headquartered in The Interchurch Center in New York City. It is the oldest independent Catholic journal of opinion in the United States. The word “commonweal” is a reference to an important term in the political philosophy of St. Thomas Aquinas, who argued that legitimate leaders must prioritize the “common good” of the “commonweal” in making political decisions. A perfect way of expressing the wisdom espoused by Rush Limbaugh.

An Ending Poem: Abrogate

A writer who had to cease, desist,
In order, proper to form, foregoing,
Appropriately,
To be in fullness human,
Completing image and likeness,
Fulfilling the superior,
He had to stop putting words to screen,
Sacrificing effort and art,
End the poetry,
Burn the books,
Terminate imagination,
Halt,
Even the image of Christ being crucified abandon,
Abnegate to subordinate,
Stop seeing,
An inner scream of silence release,
Into Your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit
Left unsaid, nothing written,
Infusion, patiently, prayerfully, await.

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May the month of Mary

To Our Lady

Mary, I’m awkward at work or play,
And from the path of duty often do I stray.

Mary, Mother, guide me in all I do or say,
For I’m a willful child and often have my way,

Mary, make me gentle as the winds of May,
Mary, make me see the right and do it every day.

Oh Mary, hear an awkward,
Listen to her prayer–
Watch over her, dear Mother,
And keep her in your care.

By G. H. Harriott

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Nurtured on the fruits of the Holy Spirit, St Louis de Montfort amazingly identifies a startling reality about Mary. More than even God, Satan despises Mary. Arrogant to the highest degree, Satan can comprehend God’s ability to thwart his diabolical ways, however the thought of a mere woman, a lowlife handmaid of the Lord able to dominate him sends him into the greatest outrage. Our Blessed Mother makes my heart blossom into the brightest of joy. St Louis de Montfort’s words from ‘True Devotion to Mary’.

“Satan fears her not only more than angels and men but in a certain sense more than God himself. This does not mean that the anger, hatred and power of God are not infinitely greater than the Blessed Virgin’s, since her attributes are limited. It simply means that Satan, being so proud, suffers infinitely more in being vanquished and punished by a lowly and humble servant of God, for her humility humiliates him more than the power of God.”

In trial or difficulty I have recourse to Mother Mary, whose glance alone is enough to dissipate every fear.”. –Saint Therese of Lisieux

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Simple discerning

Something has been bothering me regarding mass attendance. If I am drawing undo attention to myself during mass, whether received or detached, I am wrong.  I cannot call forth extensive investigation, justifying myself emancipated from wandering thoughts. To stand out, to be an extreme in any regard is erroneous. I must blend in, absorbed within the body of the Church. I am finding it beneficial to be seated amidst a comfortable, familiar group. A mature couple, the older gentleman, Norm, reads during daily mass. Him and his wife, a friendly face, unobtrusive, not overly-friendly, allowing me space while accompanying during mass, voices to harmonize with, are becoming routine in seating themselves directly behind me.  People of serious faith, they do not take their identity overly serious. In front of me, is a man attending St Paul’s for fifty-five years, so he says, yet mental stability does not seem to be his strongest asset. His friendly face is always a pleasure. His awkward singing due to being deaf never ceases to charm; an absolute loving heart, adoring mass and the Eucharist. Then two pews behind me a delightful elderly couple often repose. If I notice them pull in I find myself watching them exit their vehicle and make their way into mass. He utilizes a walker, identical to my deceased father’s. It takes the couple quite an effort and a lengthy time before they are able to seat themselves. I marvel at their patience, fortitude, and determination to attend daily mass. She sports fashionably elegant attire. Others tell me they are the parents of fourteen children. Their presence stirs my soul. Their voices humble. To worship with them is a tremendous blessing. I think she senses how much they mean to me, and with humility tolerates my admiration. St Paul’s is a true spiritual home. Mass is the high point of my day. Part of the blessing is sharing mass with the Poor Clares. The hymnal leader, Sister Mary Joseph, has added a dimension to my mass participation with her leading of the Hosanna, the prefiguring to kneeling for the miracle of transfiguration: Holy, holy, holy, Lord God of Hosts. Heaven and earth are full of your glory. Hosanna in the highest. Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord. Hosanna in the highest. Her singing to the responsorial prayer allows me to synchronize my soul with the cloistered sisters, captivated by the body of Christ in the Church, preparing myself for the Eucharist and receiving communion. It is a profound dimension to mass I have never experienced before. I love it.

Today during post-Sunday mass coffee and treats, I enjoyed a special moment I felt demonstrated the proper following of Divine Will. In a simple way declarative. I saw an Italian woman I spoke with last week, desiring to sit with her again. I relish characters and she is one. Somehow she pulls off carrying her poodle throughout the celebration of mass, and on into the gathering afterwards. She came to the United States in 1962, approximately the same time my mother came over from Europe. Invigorating conversation easily flowed during our initial meeting, I favored her company once again. However she was already seated, and the table she choose was full. I sat alone at an empty table, thinking about forcing myself upon her table. A couple sat with me, conversation not coming easily. Feeling awkward, I relaxed into the idea that God was involved in some way I did not comprehend. Attempting to converse, the couple and I struck gold as it was revealed they were Sister Mary Joseph’s parents. From there the blessings blossomed and I learned of the history of Sister Mary Joseph. Her mother, a serious perfunctory woman, was overjoyed with my interest in her daughter. She told me how serious her daughter was as a child, and the fact she was a practicing RN before entering the cloistered life. Her father told me how he missed his daughter as she lived with them, possessing incredible gardening skills. He teased that he took credit for the wonderful landscaping she conducted, however with her departing his lack of a green thumb was exposed. It moved me that her mother made a point of explicitly pointing out how happy her daughter was. A daughter of many brothers and sisters, the Poor Clare was her most contented child, a true receiver of the gifts of the Holy Spirit. They visited her once every two months and it never ceased to amaze her how joyful her daughter was. It made her proud. Driving to see my mother, I realized patience provided the sharing with Sister Mary Joseph’s parents. If my will would have dictated, I would have forced myself onto my Italian acquaintance. Not that it was a bad thing, however it’s happening would not have allowed what God intended.

Do not conform yourselves to this age but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, so that you may judge what is God’s will, what is good, pleasing and perfect.  –Romans 12

“. . . Heaven upon earth through Perpetual Adoration of the Most Blessed Sacrament  solemnly exposed in the spirit of Thanksgiving and Reparation on behalf of the world”  –-from their website.

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Obstacles Upon the Path

There are some souls, and some minds, as unruly as horses not yet broken in. No one can stop them: now they go this way, now that way; they are never still….Some people are either like this by nature or God permits them to become so….they seem…like people who are very thirsty and see water a long way off, yet, when they try to go to it, find someone who all the time is barring their path–at the beginning of their journey, in the middle and at the end. And when, after all their labor, and the labor is tremendous, they have conquered the first of their enemies, they allow themselves to be conquered by the second, and they prefer to die of thirst rather than drink water which is going to cost them so much trouble. Their strength has come to an end; their courage has failed them; and, though some of them are strong enough to conquer their second enemies as well as their first, when they meet the third group their strength comes to an end, though perhaps they are only a couple of steps from the fountain of living water, of which the Lord said to the Samaritan woman that whosoever drinks of it shall not thirst again….In this life the soul will never thirst for anything more…How the soul thirsts to experience this thirst! For it knows how very precious it is, and, grievous though it be and exhausting, it creates the very satisfaction by which this thirst is allayed. It is therefore a thirst which quenches nothing but desire for earthly things, and, when God slakes it, satisfies in such a way that one of the greatest favors He can bestow on the soul is to leave it with this longing, so that it has an even greater desire to drink of this water again. –St Teresa of Avila ‘The Way of Perfection’

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Why sit before the Eucharist adored by the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration?

Place Your Mind Before the Mirror of Eternity!

Poem by St. Clare of Assisi

Place your mind before the mirror of eternity!
Place your soul in the brilliance of glory!
Place your heart in the figure of the divine substance!
And transform your whole being into the image of the Godhead Itself through contemplation!
So that you too may feel what His friends feel
as they taste the hidden sweetness
which God Himself has reserved
from the beginning
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Unification

…let us strive in all things to conform ourselves to His divine will. Let us not only strive to conform ourselves, but also to unite ourselves to whatever dispositions God makes of us. Conformity signifies that we join our wills to the will of God. Uniformity means more. Uniformity means that we make one will of God’s will and our will. In this way we will only what God wills. God’s will alone is our will… –St Alphonsus Liguori

St Alphonsus Liguori

St Alphonsus Liguori

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Saints Faith, Hope & Charity

Saints Faith, Hope, and Charity with their mother Wisdom.

Saints Faith, Hope, and Charity with their mother Wisdom.

The names of two groups of Roman martyrs around whom a considerable amount of legendary lore has gathered; though the extent of sound historical data possessed concerning them is so slight…the extent and antiquity of their cult and the universality with which their names are found…render the fact of their existence and martyrdom unquestionable…in the reign of Hadrian, a Roman matron Sophia (Wisdom), with her three youthful daughters, Pistis, Elpis, and Agape (Faith, Hope and Charity), underwent martyrdom for the Faith…

Later surely than the reign of Hadrian, but at what time is uncertain, another band of martyrs, Sapientia (Wisdom) and her three companions, Spes, Fides and Caritas (Hope, Faith and Charity), suffered death and were buried near the tomb of St. Cecilia in the cemetery of St. Callistus on the Appian Way….early Christians so often took in baptism mystical names indicative of Christian virtues…

Information from New Advent, online Catholic encyclopedia.

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