O life that God has prepared for those who love him! (1Cor 2:8)

[…] O life, ignorant of death, knowing nothing of sorrow: life without stain, without corruption, without pain, without anxiety, without disturbance, without variation or change;

O life replete with elegance and dignity, where there is no adversary to fight where there are no enticements of sin,

where there is perfect love without fear (1 Jn 4:18), where there is eternal day and union of all spirits,

where God is seen face to face (1 Cor 13:12), and the mind is sated with the never-failing food of life! (cf. Ps 16:14-15).

It pleases me to concentrate on your glory: for the more I strive to consider, the more your goodness delights my eager heart: For I am faint with love (Cant 2:5, 5:8), I burn with eager desire for you, I greatly delight in your sweet memory (cf Cant 2:14).

And so it pleases me, to raise the eyes of my heart to you, to establish the state of my mind to conform the dispositions of my soul.

It pleases me to speak of you, to hear of you, to write about you, to converse about you, to read daily of your blessedness and glory, and to constantly repeat it in my heart on my bed (Ps 62:6).

[…] For this reason I enter into the pleasant garden of Sacred Scripture, to pick the most brilliant green herbs of sacred verses:

[1] I devour them by reading,

[2] I repeat them by ruminating,

[3] and gathering them at last into the high repose of memory,

[4] I taste in this way your sweetness, thinking not at all of the bitterness of this unhappy life.

O life most joyful, O kingdom truly blessed, where death is gone and limits absent,

where ages are not measured by the passing of time,

where continuous day without night is ignorant of time,

where victorious soldiers join the hymnody of the angelic choir and sing to God unceasingly the Songs of Zion, their heads adorned with noble crowns.

Would that I were granted forgiveness of sins, that this covering of flesh could soon be laid aside!

Would, O would that I could enter in to your true joys and take my rest, advancing to the brilliant, spacious walls of your city,

to receive the crown of life from the hand of the Lord,

to join that most holy choir and with the blessed spirits stand before the glory of the Creator, to see Christ face to face,

to behold forever that high, ineffable, and unlimited light,

and, thus unperturbed by the fear of death, to be freed by incorruption to undertake the eternal vocation of rejoicing without end!

John of Fécamp (d. 1079): Book of the Writings and Sayings of the Ancient Fathers, ch. 22.