that I hung fainting,and in great distress of My divine limbs;all My delicate members were immovably fastened to the hard bed of the cross.My hot blood,because of My anguish,burst forth in many a wild gush,which overflowed My expiring body,so that it was a most piteous sight to see.
Behold a lamentable thing!My young,My fair and blooming body began to fade,to wither and pine away,My weary and tender back had a hard pillow on the rough cross,My heavy body gave way,My whole frame was gashed with wounds,and like one great sore,and all this My loving heart willingly endured.
CHAPTER V.How The Soul Attains Hearty Repentance and Gently Pardon Under the Cross The Servant.
--Now then,cheer up thou soul of mine!Collect thyself entirely from all exterior things into the calm silence of thy interior,that so thou mayest break away,and wander at large,and run wild in the rugged wilderness of an unfathomable sorrow of heart,up to the high rock of misery,now contemplated;and mayest cry aloud from the depths of thy sad and languishing heart,till it resound over hill and valley throughout the sky,and pierce even to heaven before all the heavenly host;and speak with thy lamentable voice thus:Alas,ye living rocks,ye savage beasts,ye sunny meads!who will give me the burning fire of my full heart,and the scalding water of my sorrowful tears,to wake you up,that ye may help me to bewail the unfathomable heartrending woe which my poor heart so secretly suffers?
Me had my heavenly Father adorned above all living creatures,and elected to be His own tender and blessed spouse.And lo,I have fled from Him!Woe is me!I have lost the beloved of my choice,my only one!Woe on my wretched heart!forever woe!What have I done,what have I lost!I have fled from myself,all the host of heaven,all that could give me joy and delight,have fled from me!I sit forsaken,for my false lovers were deceivers.O misery and death!How falsely and miserably have ye not forsaken me,how despoiled me of all the good with which my only love had arrayed me!Alas honour!alas joy!alas all consolation!how am I utterly robbed of you!Whither shall I turn myself?The entire world has forsaken me,because I have forsaken my only love.Wretched me!when I did so what a lamentable hour it was!Behold in me a late daisy,behold in me a sloe thorn,all ye red roses,ye white lilies!take notice how very quickly that flower withers,fades,and dies,which this world gathers!For I must always thus living,die;thus blooming,fade;thus youthful,grow old;thus healthy,sicken.And yet,tender Lord,all that I suffer is of small account compared to my having made wroth Thy fatherly countenance;for this is to me a hell and a grief above all grief.
Alas,that Thou shouldst have been so graciously kind,that Thou shouldst have warned me so tenderly,and drawn me so affectionately,and that I should have so utterly despised it all!O heart of man!what canst thou not endure!As hard as steel must thou be not to burst utterly with woe.True,I was once called His beloved spouse:woe is me!I am not now worthy to be called His poor handmaid.Nevermore,for bitter shame,may I raise my eyes.
Henceforth in joy and sorrow my mouth to Him must be dumb.O how narrow for me is this wide world!O God,were I but in a wild forest,where no one might hear or see me,but where I could cry aloud to my heart's desire,to the relief of my poor heart;for other consolation I have none!O sin,to what a pass has thou brought me!Woe to thee,thou false world!woe to him that serves thee!How hast thou rewarded me,seeing that I am a burthen to myself and thee,and ever must be.Hail,all hail to you,ye rich queens!ye rich souls,who,by the misfortunes of others,have become wise;who have continued in your first innocence of body and mind;how unwittingly blessed ye are!O pure conscience!O free and single heart!how ignorant are ye of the state of a heart oppressed and sorrowful through sin!Ah me,poor spouse,how happy was I with my Beloved,and how little did I know it!Who will give me the breadth of the heavens for parchment,the depth of the sea for ink,leaves and grass for pens,that I may write fully out my desolation of soul,and the irreparable calamity which my woeful separation from my Beloved has brought upon me!Alas that ever I was born!What is left but for me to cast myself into the abyss of despair?
Eternal Wisdom.--Thou must not despair.Did I not come into the world for the sake of thee and all sinners,that I might lead thee back to My Father in such beauty,brightness,and purity,as otherwise thou never couldst have acquired?
The Servant.--O what is that which sounds so sweetly in a dead and outcast soul?
Eternal Wisdom.--Dost thou not know Me?What!art thou fallen so low,or hast thou lost thy senses,because of thy great trouble,my tender child?
And yet it is I,the all-merciful Wisdom,I Who have opened wide the abyss of infinite mercy,which is,however,hidden from all the saints,to receive thee and all penitent hearts.It is I,the sweet Eternal Wisdom,who became wretched and poor that I might guide thee back again to thy dignity.It is I,Who suffered bitter death that I might bring thee again to life.Lo,here I am,pale,bloody,affectionate,as when suspended between thee and the severe judgment of My Father,on the lofty gibbet of the cross.It is I,thy brother.Behold,it is I,thy bridegroom!Everything that thou ever didst against Me will I wholly forget,as though it had never happened,provided only that thou return to Me,and never quit Me more.Wash thyself in My precious blood,lift up thy head,open thy eyes,and be of good cheer.
Receive as a token of entire peace and complete expiation My wedding ring on thy hand,receive thy first robe,shoes on thy feet,and the fond name of My bride for ever!Lo,I have garnered thee up with such bitter toil!
