John of Fécamp: Happy Are All You Saints of God Thursday, Nov 1 2012 

Happy is the soul who asks to be released into heaven from its earthly prison!

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.

John of Fécamp: O Life Most Joyful, O Kingdom Truly Blessed Friday, May 18 2012 

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.