“In contemplation God teaches the soul very quietly and secretly, without its knowing how, without the sound of words” (Chapter 39, The Spiritual Canticle).
In the spirit of St. John of the Cross, this blog reflects on the contemplative experience and the poetic experience, sometimes separately and distinctly, sometimes in common, as mutually enlightening.
I will also post to this blog, from time to time, my own poetry, with a short interpretive note attached.
~ Fr. Bonaventure Sauer, OCD
Reflections on Holy Week – Part 3 of 4
Tue, May 14 2019
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The Gospels tell us another resurrection story. Death becomes a passage no longer strictly into, but through and beyond our personal isolation and abandonment into a state of complete communion in the Spirit (as in esprit de corps).
At the moment of death the question that has haunted me throughout life becomes finally radical and total. Is my life in this world just a self-enclosed, self-contained, autonomous atom of existence? Have I lived, therefore, ultimately just for myself, disconnected from any greater whole?
Or has my life (indeed, my being) belonged profoundly, at its core and apex, to another? To some enduring and transforming purpose? Some eternal, uncreated truth? Some communion of solidarity with others that is not of my own making, but given to me, a grace?
Have I in any way, large or small, belonged to another, or something other, who/that always transcends me? It can only be thus that I truly belong to this other or something other, namely, if I am possessed by it. That is, if for this other or something other I find myself called in faith, hope, and love to live, work, and generously give of myself—as one would to a noble cause, or historic mission, or deeply spiritual truth in life, even to the point of death.
Written by Fr. Bonaventure, OCD