She is secure and tranquil, fearing neither enemy nor death for she both possesses and unendingly perceives the ever-present and most beautiful Lord whom she serves whom she loves and whom, glorious and rejoicing, she at last attains.
Happy are all you saints of God who have traversed the sea of mortality, and attained the port of everlasting rest, security and peace: secure and tranquil, you are always festive and glad.
I beseech you by the Mother of charity: you who enjoy tranquility, concern yourselves with us; you who are tranquil in your unfading glory, concern yourselves with our manifold misery.
I implore you through Him Who chose you, who made you to be as you are, through Whose beauty you are now satiated, through Whose immortality you have been made immortal, through Whose blessed vision you eternally rejoice keep us always in mind, relieve our distress, you who stand unruffled as we are tossed about in the storms of this life.
You who are the most beautiful gates, raised up to great heights, come to the aid of us, lowly paving stones, far below. Extend your hands and raise us up, who lie prostrate at your feet. Like those recovering from sickness, may we be made strong for battle.
Intercede and pray constantly and unceasingly for us miserable and most negligent sinners, so that, through your prayers, we may be united with your holy company: for we cannot otherwise be saved.
We are exceeding frail, exceeding weak and despicable, slaves to intemperance and lust, and indisposed to every virtuous and gallant undertaking. And yet, helpless wretches as we are, we are listed under thy banner, and borne up by thy Cross.
Thus are we buoyed up by thy faith, and commit ourselves boldly to this great and wide sea, wherein are things creeping innumerable, both small and great beasts, where is that Leviathan, that serpent ready to devour (Psal. 104:25, 28), wherein are rocks and quicksands.aud other dangers without number, on which the careless and the unbelieving run their vessels, and suffer shipwreck daily.
Intercede for me therefore, most gracious ones, all you ranks of the saints and of the universal assembly of the blessed, that, assisted by your prayers and merits, I may be able to bring this vessel and its landing safe to shore, and that I may be conducted to the haven where every pious soul would be, the haven of peace and salvation, of uninterrupted rest, and never-ending joy.
John of Fécamp (d. 1079): Book of the Writings and Sayings of the Ancient Fathers, ch. 23-24.