Oct 19 2007
The Language of Divine Love
In case anyone was scandalized or confused by the choice of love songs in the previous post, let’s take a brief look at the mystical language of love, a language I’m sure was very familiar to Saint Margaret Mary Alacoque’s soul.
In, “Fire Within”, Father Thomas Dubay tells us that, “the divine invasion leading to the consummation of the summit is indeed a fusion of unimaginable light and unspeakable love. Hence, John [St. John of the Cross] speaks of the frequent experience of an intimate spiritual embrace. This divine clasp or hug…can be so wonderfully overwhelming, notes John along with other mystics, that the soul needs an infusion of special strength to endure it….He remarks, for example, that the praises and endearing expressions of love which frequently pass between the two are indescribable….It is in this spiritual marriage of the summit that ‘the soul kisses God’…”
Even if the summit of love has not yet been reached, the soul’s longing and desiring for a complete love-union with God has always been expressed with the language of passion. Fr. Dubay writes, “The saints know what it is like to be in love, a love immeasurably beyond what worldlings label as love. The delight is intense because the love is intense. Teresa [of Avila] is a woman so keenly in love with her Lord that she must proclaim: My King, I beseech You, that all to whom I speak become mad from Your love….This soul would now want to see itself free – eating kills it; sleeping distresses it…nothing other than You can give it pleasure any longer…and I would desire to see no other persons than those who are sick with this sickness I now have.”
Sufi poet, Rumi, knew this love language well. We will hear much in this video that is also at the heart of our own Catholic mystical tradition - Divine Love expressed in passionate poetry – the love that St. John of the Cross, St. Teresa of Avila and so many other saints have described: the love that annihilates the ego, and brings the soul to Divine Union.
I think too we humans are limited by words, no matter how beautifully put together they might be, for none can adequately describe a beauty that is indescribable and a union that is mystical. Though when we do hear a song that touches our hearts we can easily identify with the feelings that someone has articulated because they resonate with something deep within ourselves that seldom rises to the surface in such a way as can be shared. And that’s what you’re doing here.
I’ve often measured my involvement with unusual prayer/action with how I might explain this or that to my Mere Mere. I am afraid she would be scandalized on behalf of God (and Mary and all the saints) by the song, and would think me confused indeed–much as was my reaction long ago to John Michael Talbot’s first book in which he used the language of a woman in love. I think I blushed, and was incredibly confused. And that was but a precursor to my bafflement in reading a latter day enclosed Carmelite’s writings. I gave that book away, lest God see it in my hands.
Yet, there is something which cannot be denied..(and it doesn’t do away with the unseen coat of mail of Confirmation– and it sure as heck doesn’t do away with suffering).
In the final analysis, there are Moments that cannot be explained– least of all to the most pristine, loyal, devout suffering grandma; in lieu of her sure blessing upon this path, one might simply accept the Church’s sure blessing instead.
Come, come, whoever you are
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.
The Rumi poem you’ve shared here is lovely, Ann. It speaks to me too, of Divine Mercy. My friend Kristin who sometimes comments here loves the poetry of Rumi as well and sent me some YouTube links. I had a couple of my own favourites as well, which I was planning to put on my Mystics Page, and maybe I can find some time to do that this weekend.
JustMe, you raise a very good point though, in that we should be careful of what we are reading, who we are reading, etc., and when in doubt, don’t be shy to check out the author and the subject-matter with a knowledgeable person. Yes, Teresa of Avila was a Dr. of the Church, as was St. Catherine of Siena and St. Therese de Lisieux – and to top it off, Teresa of Avila was a Dr. of the Church in the area of “Prayer”.
I don’t know whether or not you watched the video yet, JustMe, but if you didn’t, it’s very intuitive that you mentioned John Michael Talbot, because when I first watched the video I thought of him, as one in a long, long line of troubador poets.
At the end, this brilliant philosopher and theologian found the most relevant language to reflect on his God in the most intimate book of the Bible.
I wonder if that is how Paul felt when he said, “To live is Christ; to die is but gain”?
How beautiful this video you have posted here, Gab. The Biblical Song of Songs goes hand in hand with what he is saying of the poetry.
As for the ‘Experience’ of the Love of God (which is very real in the lives of contemplatives today), I find that there is an interpretation (really a misinterpretation)of St John that says…’if I feel absolutely nothing in my prayer and it is as dry as a bone, then I am spiritually mature’. In other words, ..if the experience of the Love of God is not part of the prayer, the pray-er must be advanced, and experiencing something means immaturity’. How wrong! St John’s poetry is BASED on his experience of that very Love in his prayer life.
What is the sign of maturity? Not experiences(although I’ll take whatever God blesses me with)
And not dryness .
The criteria are the VIRTUES at work every day in my life.
Just some thoughts I have been pondering for the past few weeks that go directly with what you have blessed me with today here in this post, Gab.
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JustMe, I think it is very much along the same lines, that burning desire for complete union with God that often makes the physical necessities of life seem so tedious, at least for a period of time along the path.
teresa, I agree with everything you’ve said. For me it is an impossibility not to see, feel and hear the Love of God in the Sufi, Hindu and Jewish mystical traditions for example – what can it be, other than the work of the Holy Spirit? And yes, love and the virtues I would also agree are the criteria, the indications, not consolations or dryness, which vary from individual to individual, as well as varying greatly throughout one individual’s life.
JustMe, I too hope that little Shane will keep his gentle ways, and I do believe he will.
Thank you re the spammer – I’ve marked the comments as spam and deleted them – I’ll see what else I can do! But I also just received a lovely new comment on an old post – what a pleasant surprise!
Oh, I loved that new comment–and from a fellow Canadian!
Whew, just to see the word “Trappist”.. I’ll bet there’s a section of Heaven with a sign above the alcove saying, “Step through here to see how the Trappists thought of Heaven.”
I take note of the Carmelites Teaching on disregarding our ‘feelings’ and instead Trust in God alone. God will never abandon us even if our ‘feelings’ say different.
It is one of the reasons why I stayed within the Catholic Church(I have written about it on my own blog).
Wonderful reflection Thankyou Gabrielle:)
In Peace:)
Marie