The Wonderful Effects of Divine Love

By Thomas a Kempis

I BLESS thee, O heavenly Father, Father of my Lord Jesus Christ, because thou hast vouchsafed to be mindful of so poor a wretch as I am. O Father of mercies and God of all comfort (2 Cor. 1, 3), I give thanks to thee, who sometimes art pleased to cherish with thy consolation me who am unworthy of any comfort.

I bless thee and glorify thee for evermore, together with thy only begotten Son and the Holy Ghost, the Comforter forever and ever. O Lord God, my holy lover, when thou shalt come into my heart, all that is within me will be filled with joy. (Prov. 23, 17).

Thou art my glory and the joy of my heart. Thou art my hope and my refuge in the day of my trouble. (Ps. 58, 7). But because I am as yet weak in love and imperfect in virtue, therefore do I stand in need of being strengthened and comforted by Thee. For this reason visit me often, and instruct me in thy holy discipline.

Free me from evil passions, and heal my heart of all disorderly affections, that being healed and well purified in my interior, I may become fit to love, courageous to suffer, and constant to per-severe.

Love is an excellent thing, a great good indeed, which alone maketh light all that is burdensome, and equally bears all that is unequal. For it carries a burden without being burdened and makes all that which is bitter sweet and savory.

The love of Jesus is noble and generous; it spurs us on to do great things and excites us to desire always that which is most perfect. Love will tend upwards, and is not to be detained by things beneath.

Love will be at liberty and free from all worldly affections, lest its interior sight be hindered, lest it suffer itself to be entangled with any temporal interest or cast down by losses. Nothing is sweeter than love; nothing stronger, nothing higher, nothing more generous, nothing more pleasant, nothing fuller or better in heaven or on earth; for love proceeds from God, and cannot rest but in God above all things created.

The lover flies, runs and rejoices, he is free and not held. He gives all for all, and has all in all, because he rests in one sovereign good above all, from whom all good flows and proceeds. He looks not at the gifts, but turns himself to the giver above all goods. Love often knows no measure, but is inflamed above all measure. Love feels no burden, values no labors, would willingly do more than it can, complains not of impossibility, because it conceives that it may and can do all things.

It is able therefore to do anything, and it performs and effects many things where he that loves not faints and lies down. Love watches, and sleeping, slumbers not. When weary is not tired; when straitened is not constrained; when frightened is not disturbed, but like a living flame and a torch all on fire it mounts upwards and securely passes through all opposition.

Let me be possessed by love, mounting above myself with great fervor and wonderment. Let me sing the canticle of love, let me follow thee my Beloved on high, let my soul lose itself in thy praises, rejoicing exceedingly in thy love.