A Canticle of Prayer and Love
July 1
ecstasy (year?) (Partially dated text):
Marie-Julie
Jahenny: My beloved! His sweet voice, like dew, comes to the bottom
of our hearts but His smile, more lovable still, comes to penetrate
our whole heart.
Let us die, O chaste Spouse of our souls!
Dove, let us die on the wound of your Heart, in the midst of the rays
of your Heart.
My Beloved makes His voice heard to the bottom
of my suffering heart. His sweet Voice ignites as He descends, as
many loves and furnaces as there are in Heaven torches that decorate
His adorable throne when the Angels and Saints adore Him.
My
Beloved, it is not too soon to expire since Your gentle Hand wears
the nuptial ring and on Your Heart shines the instrument to the last
of the legacies of Your Love!
Let the clock strike the death
with the song of the Angels. Your Heart cannot agree to let us leave
the Earth in the spring of our years.
God of love, You were
the treasure which rejoices our youth and You will be the Spouse of
tenderness which will flower the old age of flowers or the flower
with Your love and Your sweetest smile.
Pity! Have mercy on
Jesus! Pity for all the hearts which ignore our happiness and our
delights under the solitary sky, under the roof where You send the
Angels to sing the love of the Most Blessed Sacrament.
Pity!
Pity! Have mercy on us Jesus! Have mercy on Your people, who can no
longer be consumed by love, who love only sin!
Have mercy on
us Jesus! For France that Your Heart loves. In it, Your goodness has
come to reveal Your Heart, Your secrets and Your promises.
Have
mercy on Jesus! Pity for guilty France because her heart is thirsty
for the blood of her children but Jesus wanted her veins to run out
to form our own.
Our blood is yours, God of love! And for this
unhappy country our tears and our sighs. To You, our blood, Immolated
Victim, to You this proof of love since Your Heart wanted to remain
open for the whole world.
Have mercy on us Jesus! Pity! Have
mercy on us Jesus for so many crimes! For so many desecrations! Pity!
since Your Love allows us to see You almost in tears.
Soon the
land of our cradle will be erased like the cloud that crosses France
and is lost at the bottom of the mountains to never reappear.
O
my beloved! If the flower, God of Love, disappears from the Earth,
(there will) always (be) a memory for it, (it) will remain since Your
graces that You have given to it will be contemplated by living eyes.
Who can forget it? Since Your Heaven ... will come down to us to wrap
us in a last cloak of glory: this is my Tabor.
O Jesus! When
the glory of Tabor appeared to the Apostles, You veiled Your Glory
because mortal eyes were not able to suffer the transfigured sight of
Your Glory.
O sweet Jesus! If the flower disappears, oh its
cradle will always remain, since Mary, at the bedside, gives him the
most beautiful share that she had on Earth, her lily and her
whiteness too and also the Cross of Her Son at the foot of the cradle
where the Angels prayed.
Mary, at the foot of the cradle of
the Child who loves him, You give Your lily to reflect the candour of
his forehead and the cross of Your Son to attest that the voice of
Heaven is the Cross.
Love, love, love to Jesus!
To
Mary, Love, love, love to the Heart wounded with happiness!
Love
forever at His Cross (twice) at the approaching time. Love!
Love!
(Some sentences are incomplete and sometimes difficult
to understand).
Yesterday, my beloved Saviour, unable to bear
the pain that transported my heart, seeing myself alone, without
support, without advice, without light, I languished in fear of
displeasing You. I took my crucifix which I applied to my heart,
trusting myself and surrendering myself entirely to You. You have not
allowed me to remain in this mortal anxiety for long. So oh dear
Saviour, You came down to console me and support me in the distress
and abandonment where I was. You told me that You would come to my
heart this morning to strengthen it. You have come, indeed, my
adorable Saviour, You have come with the Angels carrying torches, You
have come with the Father and the Holy Spirit who accompanied Your
adorable Heart. What tears I have shed, tears of love and gratitude!
My enemies have taken away my love, my only support, my only
strength. They deprived me of You, my dear Jesus and You did not
disdain to give Yourself to me. What a great and incomprehensible
charity of Your Heart!
(NOTE:
Marie-Julie Jahenny was persecuted by the diocese after the death of
Bishop Fournier who approved her. She was deprived of the Sacraments
for a time, but Our Lord continued to come to her.)
Love
to You, O my Beloved Jesus! May my heart be divided into an infinity
of parts and may each portion praise and love You as much as my whole
heart! My enemies, my dear enemies wanted to make me suffer by
depriving me of You. Jesus did better than them: He Himself came to
comfort and nourish me. Not only do I forgive you, dear enemies, but
I love you. I would like to have all your hearts to put them all in
the Sacred Heart of Jesus.
Persecution charms me; again, more
persecutions! These are my most beautiful flowers; it is a delicious
bread kneaded by the Heart of Jesus to feed His friends. Oh! how
sweet it is to eat it!
And you, great Saint Augustine,
seraphim by your love, cherubim by your preaching and your zeal, is
it not from the Sacred Heart that you have drawn the love that
devoured you? Ah! give me one of the sparks that burned your heart.
My tender Jesus, my heart can no longer hold it, it cannot contain
all the love that You put into it ...
Theologian scholars
could not. It would take Saint Augustine, Saint Bonaventure, Saint
Ambrose, Saint Grégoire de Naziance, Saint Francis of Assisi, Saint
Francis de Sales, blessed Margaret Mary to paint my heart and still
very imperfectly. There is only Your Divine Heart that knows what is
happening in me, what I feel this morning, my tender Jesus, You have
consumed me with love. Yes, my love was so strong that it took me to
Heaven. O delicious moment! Now I withdraw into my nothingness, I can
no longer say anything.
Angels, speak for me, bless the Lord
in my place!”
(After some
moments of rest and silent prayer the ecstatic resumes a speech, we
reproduce it for the most part.)
My beloved Jesus, I adore You
and I love You with all my heart. I want to follow You to Calvary
where I will be happy to be crucified with You, my beloved Saviour. I
will withdraw into the wound of Your adorable Heart. Do not let me
leave it any more, O my tender Saviour, chain me to Your Cross and
Your divine Heart. My beloved Jesus, I have only one desire, that of
suffering and of loving You more and more; that’s my pleasure. Your
Love has already crucified me nailed to the Cross. I thank You, my
tender Jesus. Let me pray to You for my enemies and thank them for
the good they do to me: The tears that You make me shed are tears of
charity for You. Dear enemies, you have charms for my
heart!
Multiply your slanders, your persecutions; may they be
my daily bread, my joy and my happiness! Slanders and persecutions,
you are pearls strung in the Heart of Mary and coming out of the
Sacred Wound of Jesus because He espoused all this for us. You are
flowers of grace, pearls of the diadem that you prepare to crown
Madeleine, after the sacrifice that You ask her. I would like to
travel the world to find everywhere the bread of persecution and feed
myself on it. It is a delicious bread because it is on the table of
Jesus and Mary.
What a treasure! It is greater than all the
riches and honours of the Earth! Dear enemies, you braid my crown and
you distress yours. You pass me your flowers. How good you are, dear
little enemies. You make me move daily towards Jesus. How sweet are
the chalices you prepare! They say the chalices are bitter, I haven't
found it yet. Dear enemies, you do not see that you are keeping the
holes (of the honeycomb) for yourself and that you are giving me
honey!
Being a victim of the Cross, what a great title! It is
that of the servant of the Cross, of my spiritual Father because he
has been drenched in persecution, he is innocent, he will have a
great reward. It is in trial and unhappiness that we recognize true
friends. Thank you, my good friends, for praying for me always in
solitude and as abandoned. O do not forget me, I beg you, do not
forget me especially at the foot of the Holy Tabernacle, I who can no
longer go there. What privation for my heart! Pray for me. If I
cannot return your prayers to you on Earth, I will do so in Heaven.
Jesus said to
me: “What do you want, My victim? What are you asking Me? ”
My
beloved Jesus, I want everything that pleases you. I neither want to
die, but by your holy Will alone. My tender Jesus, if I ask You
something, it would be to increase my suffering but also Your love.
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OBSERVATIONS:
Near the end of her Canticle, Marie-Julie Jahenny speaks of the merits and graces she earns from those who persecute her. Not only did several bishops treat her with indifference, even after approved by Bishop Fournier, but she was at one time wrongfully deprived of the Sacraments, which was eventually overturned by Pope Leo XIII. Other people in the parish even accused her of horrible untruths, included the slander she was not really a virgin! However, she never complained and accepted the sacrifice as you can see from the texts.
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TABLE OF CONTENTS: Prophecies of Marie-Julie Jahenny
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