conceived, nor can we clearly and adequately desire them.
Who shall ever attain to the full knowledge of what it is for a man to sit down at the table of God, God ministering to him and giving him the food of His Own Beatitude?
Who can imagine what it is for the souls of the blessed to enter into the joy of their Lord?
And who can ever comprehend the love and honour which God shows to His citizens, of which St. Thomas speaks in one of his works thus—"The Almighty God to each of His Angels, and to holy souls, subjects Himself to such a degree as to become, so to speak, the hired servant of each, and as if each of them were His God?"
O Lord! O Lord! he who often enters into a profound consideration of Thy dealings with Thy creatures, finds Thee so inebriated with love that it appears to him that Thy Beatitude consists in loving, in doing them good, and feeding them with Thyself. O Lord, so impress this consideration upon us, that we may love Thee, and loving Thee, may be made one with Thee by a loving union.
O human heart, whither dost thou run?— after a shadow?—after the wind?—after nothing? leaving that which is All, Almightiness, Highest Wisdom, Unspeakable Goodness, Uncreated
