It gives joy to my mind, direction to my life, love even for death itself….
The mysteries of your dealings with men here and now fill the temple of every mind, great and small.
May your holy angels…blissfully contemplate your divine majesty residing in your eternal wisdom:
Those things that are yet to be, seen before this our mortal wayfaring and after it, everything that is, past and future, enfolding it all within his eternal present which reaches in its power and strength from one extremity to another.
But our temporal passage, belonging to your dealings with men as a whole, Christ has strewn with his charity, disposing all things in sweetness, for the sake of the daughters of Jerusalem, the devout but as yet infirm souls.
They who have not thus far their elevated gaze fixed on contemplating the sublime would fain undergo hardship for your servants and be transformed so as to belong among their fellows.
Among these, O Lord, may my spirit some day be taught to adore you, spirit as you are, in spirit and in truth, flesh no longer desiring what is contrary to the spirit, nor yet holding it back.
But now that for the moment you are kept from boldly taking possession of what is to be yours, make a proper disposition of what is his, with what grace and harmony you best can, as befits him, the true owner.
I have not yet risen above the rough-hewn figures of my earthly imagination: but may you indulge and be gracious to my feeble spirit, as it expresses its true nature in letting its fancy play on your more humble creatures.
Behold! the meagre enfolding the newly born, the holy child being adored;
the footprints of the crucified one being licked, as he hangs on the cross;
his feet being held and kissed now that he is risen;
the hand, put in the place where the nails went;
and then the exclamation – My Lord and my God!
William of Saint-Thierry (c.1075/80-1148): Meditativae orationes X, from the Monastic Office of Vigils for Sunday of the Thirty-First Week in Ordinary Time Year 2.