Chapter 4 : Love – a third feature of the gratitude we owe the Mother of God
Continuing our translation of the 1845 reprint of Fr François Poiré’s Triple Crown of the Mother of God (1643 French edition).
§ 5. The fifth sign of love: Having a tender and fervent love for her dear Son
Loving Jesus with tenderness
9 Here then, according to the judgement of this great servant of Jesus and Mary, are the signs of loving with tenderness. St Bernard continues as follows:
A person who loves Jesus in the first way feels his heart grow tender as soon as anyone speaks of his Beloved. There is nothing he would more willingly hear spoken of, nothing he would read about with greater affection and nothing more to his taste in meditation. The memory of Jesus is for such a person like an unending banquet where the fatted calf is killed and where the finest fare in the world is made available. He simply cannot bring himself to lose sight of this Word incarnate who is always present in his memory: whether at His Nativity, or cradled in the arms of His Mother, or preaching, or dying, or rising from the dead, or ascending into Heaven, or in other recollections which fulfil his heart’s yearnings.
It seems to me, however, that this writer represents these signs more effectively by actions than by words and in himself rather than in others. This is what he does in the 43rd sermon on the Canticles where he provides a commentary on the tender feelings of the chaste Spouse who sees that her Beloved will always abide between her breasts like a bundle of myrrh[1]. He makes an indissoluble pact with the cross and with the nails, with the lance and with the other instruments of the Passion of Jesus his Master. The Passion becomes for him a bouquet, a favour and all his recreation[2]. This is why this Saint is frequently portrayed holding the instruments of the Passion tight against his chest.
In his letter to the Ephesians, the great Martyr and Patriarch of Antioch St Ignatius explained the disposition his own heart towards the Saviour.
I would not want you so much as to breathe without remembering Jesus. I am happy for all the world to know that He is my unique hope, my glory and all my wealth ; and that it is for love of Him that I am taken to Rome laden with these chains since they are for me pearls from the Orient or diamonds of great price.
It seems beyond question that Ignatius inherited this love from St Paul, his esteemed teacher, who had no other Academy than Jerusalem, no other school than Calvary, no other teacher than the Crucifix, no other ambo than the Cross, no other quills than the nails, no other characters than the wounds and lesions of his Saviour, no other book than His side opened with a spear – as may be seen at hundreds of places in his Epistles.
Footnotes
[1] A bundle of myrrh is my beloved to me, he shall abide between my breasts. Cant. i. 12.
[2] Mental or spiritual comfort or consolation; OED 2.b. ?a1425–1785
10 This feeling is so frequently found amongst well-constituted spirits that we could with good reason call it a common practice of the Saints.
The glorious St Francis was carried away each and every time he meditated on the mysteries of the life of his Master, especially those of His nativity and His death. With exceptional tenderness, he called Jesus the child of Bethlehem. In his life of Francis, St Bonaventure recounts how he once obtained permission from the Holy Father to say the Midnight Mass of Christmas at a site prepared in the form of a stable with an ox and an ass. The faithful who were present could not hold back their tears when they saw how the heart of Saint Francis was transported by his holy love for Jesus, who had Himself become poor and little for love of us.St Elzéar, Count of Ariano, used to place himself in spirit inside the wound which the spear opened in the Saviour’s side, as he told His blessed spouse, St Delphine.St Edmund, Archbishop of Canterbury, used this as a familiar meditation and one day, when through pressure of work he decided to omit it, the devil was given the power to prevent him for a certain time from making the Sign of the Cross.St Clare sometimes went so deeply into the meditation that it was only with great difficulty that she could be brought to herself once more.St Colette, who reformed the order of St Clare, once spent three whole days in the Monastery at Besançon without showing any signs of consciousness, utterly absorbed in contemplating the love that Jesus had shown towards men.I have known of someone who, in order to feel more at ease in his colloquies with the most adorable Jesus, placed himself in His company along with His most holy Mother, walking and conversing with them continually, never saying or doing anything whatsoever without consulting them and obtaining their approval.Her serene Highness Philippa of Gelders was sometime Queen of Sicily and Duchess of Lorraine, before later joining the Order of Poor Clares. Wishing to leave posterity a memorial of the devotion she had towards her most adorable Jesus, she created a spiritual garden which she had laid out and painted for the consolation of her Sisters. The Portresses were Hope and Fear of the Lord, whilst the Gardener was Love of Jesus. The hedge was composed of watchful thoughts[1] and the beds were filled with reflections, but were quite different from those seen in earthly plots ; for they were surrounded by flames, like the pyracantha[2] on Mount Olympus, becoming more beautiful when on fire and fading as soon as the fire dies. The Gardener could be seen amongst the beds weeding out any plants suffocating these thoughts. If any of the Gardener’s own plants were found wilting or dying, then he would dig around them and carefully tend them until they began to revive. Are these not in truth Royal occupations and activities worthy of such a soul?
Footnotes
[1] In French soucis which apart from “cares” or “concerns” also denotes marigold flowers (calendula).
[2] The French text has pyragmes (feminine, plural) which has so far proved untraceable. The closest I can come is pyracantha (firethorn): see Pliny Nat. Hist. Book XXIV Ch. 70 (interestingly, its berries were believed to be a cure for the serpent’s poison). The French for pyracantha is buisson ardent which is suggestive of the burning bush.
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SUB tuum præsidium confugimus, Sancta Dei Genitrix. Nostras deprecationes ne despicias in necessitatibus, sed a periculis cunctis libera nos semper, Virgo gloriosa et benedicta. Amen.
The Virgin of Tenderness. >12th century.
Totus tuus ego sum
Et omnia mea tua sunt;
Tecum semper tutus sum:
Ad Jesum per Mariam.
He that hearkeneth to me, shall not be confounded: and they that work by me, shall not sin. They that explain me shall have life everlasting. Ecclesiasticus (Sirach) xxiv. 30-31.

