France -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
“When a human soul draws its first furrow straight, the rest will follow
surely. One thought borne inward, one prayer uplifted, one suffering
endured, one echo of the Word within us, and our souls are forever
changed. All ends in God; and many are the ways to find Him by walking
straight before us. When the happy day arrives in which you set your
feet upon the Path and begin your pilgrimage, the world will know
nothing of it; earth no longer understands you; you no longer understand
each other. Men who attain a knowledge of these things, who lisp a few
syllables of the Word, often have not where to lay their head; hunted
like beasts they perish on the scaffold, to the joy of assembled
peoples, while Angels open to them the gates of heaven. Therefore, your
destiny is a secret between yourself and God, just as love is a secret
between two hearts. You may be the buried treasure, trodden under the
feet of men thirsting for gold yet all-unknowing that you are there
beneath them.
“Henceforth your existence becomes a thing of ceaseless activity; each
act has a meaning which connects you with God, just as in love your
actions and your thoughts are filled with the loved one. But love and
its joys, love and its pleasures limited by the senses, are but the
imperfect image of the love which unites you to your celestial Spouse.
All earthly joy is mixed with anguish, with discontent. If love ought
not to pall then death should end it while its flame is high, so that
we see no ashes. But in God our wretchedness becomes delight, joy lives
upon itself and multiplies, and grows, and has no limit. In the Earthly
life our fleeting love is ended by tribulation; in the Spiritual life
the tribulations of a day end in joys unending. The soul is ceaselessly
joyful. We feel God with us, in us; He gives a sacred savor to all
things; He shines in the soul; He imparts to us His sweetness; He stills
our interest in the world viewed for ourselves; He quickens our interest
in it viewed for His sake, and grants us the exercise of His power upon
it. In His name we do the works which He inspires, we act for Him, we
have no self except in Him, we love His creatures with undying love, we
dry their tears and long to bring them unto Him, as a loving woman longs
to see the inhabitants of earth obey her well-beloved.
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