
"Hope and Despair" - by Evelyn de Morgan

| The time of Spiritual Desolation is a time for being Resigned. When a Soul begins to Cultivate
the Spiritual Life, God usually showers His Consolations upon her to wean her away from the World; but when He sees her
making Solid Progress, He withdraws His Hand to Test her and to see if she will Love and Serve Him without the Reward of
Sensible Consolations. "In this life", as Saint Teresa used to say, "our lot is not to enjoy God,
but to do His Holy Will". And again, "Love of God does not consist in experiencing His Tenderness's,
but in serving Him with Resolution and Humility". And in yet another place, "God's True Lovers are discovered
in Times of Aridity and Temptation".
One (1) Single Act done with Aridity-of Spirit is Worth more than many done with Feelings of Devotion. Eternal Wisdom, in Suso's "Little Book of Eternal Wisdom", says: "If thou hast no liking to Meditate on My Passion with Weeping Eyes, because of the Bitter Agony I Suffered, then oughtest thou to Meditate on it with a Laughing Heart, because of the Joyous Benefit thou wilt find in it. But, if thou hast no Mind either to Laugh or to Cry, thou oughtest to Meditate on it in the Dryness-of thy Heart, to My Honor and Praise, by doing which thou wilt have done no-less-than, if thou hadst been Dissolved-in Tears or Steeped-in Sweetness; for then thou Actest from Love of Virtue, without regard to thyself". |

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LORD, my God, I call out by day; at night I cry aloud in Your Presence.
Let my Prayer come before You; incline Your Ear to my cry.
For my Soul is filled with Troubles; my life draws near to Sheol.
I am reckoned with those who go down to the pit; I am weak, without strength.
My couch is among the dead, with the slain who lie in the grave.
You remember them no more; they are cut off from Your care.
You plunged me into the bottom of the pit, into the darkness of the abyss.
Your wrath lies heavy upon me; all Your waves crash over me.
Because of You my friends shun me; You make me loathsome to them; caged in, I cannot escape; my eyes grow dim from trouble.
All day I call on You, LORD; I stretch out my hands to You.
Do You work wonders for the dead? Do the shades arise and praise You?
Is Your love proclaimed in the grave, Your fidelity in the tomb?
Are Your marvels declared in the darkness, Your righteous deeds in the land of oblivion?
But I cry out to You, LORD; in the morning my Prayer comes before You.
Why do You reject me, LORD? Why hide Your Face from me?
I am mortally afflicted since youth; lifeless, I suffer Your terrible blows.
Your wrath has swept over me; Your terrors have reduced me to silence.
All the day they surge round like a flood; from every side they close in on me.
Because of You companions shun me; my only friend is darkness.
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