Jesu, the Very Thought is Sweet!

Jesu! the very thought is sweet!
In that dear Name all heart-joys meet;
But sweeter than the honey far
The glimpses of His presence are.
No word is sung more sweet than this:
No name is heard more full of bliss;
No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh,
Than Jesus, Son of God most high.
Jesu! the hope of souls forlorn!
How good to them for sin that mourn!
To them that seek Thee, O how kind!
But what art Thou to them that find?
Jesu, Thou sweetness, pure and blest,
Truth’s Fountain, Light of souls distressed,
Surpassing all that heart requires,
Exceeding all that soul desires!
No tongue of mortal can express,
No letters write His blessedness,
Alone who hath Thee in his heart
Knows, love of Jesus! what Thou art.
O Jesu! King of wondrous might!
O Victor, glorious from the fight!
Sweetness that may not be expressed,
And altogether loveliest!
Remain with us, O Lord, today!
In every heart Thy grace display;
That now the shades of night are fled,
On Thee our spirits may be fed.
All honor, laud and glory be,
O Jesu, virgin-born, to Thee!
All glory, as is ever meet,
To Father and to Paraclete.
Bernard of Clairvaux


This song is in the original version. 
We sing it a little differently, but I think the original version is even more beautiful and true. 
A call to give oneself wholly to Jesus,
a simple song of love, admiration, and praise to our Lord.
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Thinking….

I find it very difficult to see through the eyes of the nun in An Unlikely Love. Most of you will have noticed the story is told solely through Sullivan’s (the main character) view. But the nun is a very great player in this story. She is everywhere…doing everything…not saying much yet, but always there all the same.
I find it very difficult to imagine myself the victim of a pirate attack…and then held prisoner, with no idea of what my fate is, for over half a year (and probably much longer…I’m not sure yet! đŸ™‚ surrounded by the very basest of society…men who don’t give a lick what people think of them, don’t think twice about shooting and killing someone, and certainly would not care…would even relish…the thought of hurting a woman…. To be stuck in that sort of violence and danger, and then finding oneself, through tragic circumstances, raised from the position of merely a prisoner to an active…visitor…if not member of this riotous community once the company anchors at their rendezvous….
I can only just fathom what she is feeling…suffering.
It would make a wonderful story in its own right. Maybe the Lord will bless and I can write it one day….
Maybe.