OF THE LOVING RECOLLECTION OF THE SOUL IN CONTEMPLATION.
I SPEAK not here, Theotimus, of the recollection by which such as are about to pray, place themselves in God's presence, entering into themselves, and as one would say bringing their soul into their hearts, there to speak with God; for this recollection is made by love's command, which, provoking us to prayer, moves us to take this means of doing it well, so that we ourselves make this withdrawing of our spirit. But the recollection of which I mean to speak is not made by love's command but by love itself, that is, we do not make it by free choice, for it is not in our power to have it when we please, and does not depend on our care, but God at his pleasure works it in us by his most holy grace. The Blessed Mother (S.) Teresa of Jesus says: "He who has written that the prayer of recollection is made as when a hedgehog or tortoise draws itself within itself, said well, saving that these beasts draw themselves in when they please, whereas recollection is not in our will, but comes to us only when it pleases God to do us this grace."
Now it comes thus. Nothing is so natural to good as to draw
and unite unto itself such things as are sensible of it; as our
souls do, which continually draw towards them and give themselves to their treasure, that is, what they love. It happens
then sometimes that our Lord imperceptibly infuses into the
depths of our hearts a certain agreeable sweetness, which testifies his presence, and then the powers, yea the very exterior
senses of the soul, by a certain secret contentment, turn in
towards that most interior part where is the most amiable and
dearest spouse. For as a new swarm of bees when it would
take flight and change country, is recalled by a sound softly
made on metal basins, by the smell of honied wine, or by the
scent of some odoriferous herbs, being stayed by the attraction
of these agreeable things, and entering into the hive prepared
for it: -- so our Saviour, -- pronouncing some secret word of his love, or pouring out the odour of the wine of his dilection,
O God! says then the soul in imitation of S. Augustine, whither was I wandering to seek thee! O most infinite beauty! I sought thee without, and thou vast in the midst of my heart. All Magdalen's affections, and all her thoughts, were scattered about the sepulchre of her Saviour, whom she went seeking hither and thither, and though she had found him, and he spoke to her, yet leaves she them dispersed, because she does not perceive his presence; but as soon as he had called her by her name, see how she gathers herself together and entirely attaches herself to his feet: one only word puts her into recollection.
Propose to yourself, Theotimus, the most holy Virgin, our
Lady, when she had conceived the Son of God, her only love.
The soul of that well-beloved mother did wholly collect itself
about that well-beloved child, and because this heavenly dear
one was harboured in her sacred womb, all the faculties of her
soul gathered themselves within her, as holy bees into their hive,
wherein their honey is; and by how much the divine greatness
was, so to speak, straitened and contracted within her virginal
womb, by so much her soul did more increase and magnify the
praises of that infinite loving-kindness, and her spirit within her
body leapt with joy (as S. John in his mother's womb) in presence
of her God, whom she felt. She launched not her affections out
of herself, since her treasure, her loves and her delights were
in the midst of her sacred womb. Now the same contentment
may be practised by imitation, among those who, having communicated,
But this sweet recollection of our soul in itself is not only made
by the sentiment of God's presence in the midst of our heart,
but also by any means which puts us in this sacred presence.
It happens sometimes that all our interior powers close and
withdraw themselves into themselves by the extreme reverence
and sweet fear which seizes upon us in the consideration of his
sovereign Majesty who is present with us and beholds us; just
as, however distracted we may be, if the Pope or some great
prince should appear we return to ourselves, and bring back our
thoughts upon ourselves, to keep ourselves in good behaviour
and respect. The blue lily, otherwise called the flag, is said to
draw its flowers together at the sight of the sun, because they
close and unite while the sun shines, but in its absence they
spread out and keep open all the night. The like happens in
Indeed I know a soul who, as soon as she heard mention of some mystery or sentence which put her a little more expressly in mind of the presence of God than usual, whether in confession or private conference, would so deeply enter into herself that she could hardly recover herself to speak and make answer, so that outwardly she remained as one deprived of life, and with all her senses benumbed, till her spouse permitted her to quit that state: which was sometimes pretty soon, and other times more slowly.