Our Secret Hunger
By the heart we understand the most secret part of the soul, where joy, and sadness, fear, or desire, and whatever we call sentiments or affections is formed. Then the love of God in the heart is that sweet attraction which draws us incessantly to him, which desires to enjoy him, delights to be busied with him, tastes always a new pleasure in him as the confidant of its joys and its pains, it lives under the liveliest impressions of its sovereign good and intimately enjoys his continual presence.
To love him with the whole heart is all, also we must include our whole strength by doing all that we can for him, and referring to him whatever we do for him continually and filling it with him as much as we can. Love is paid by love— and the tenderest mother beloved in her arms that this child of divine love (the happy soul he dwells in) delights to dwell in the bosom of this best and dearest of fathers.
What is this cry of the heart, this unceasing desire, attraction of the soul—this secret hunger which calls it every moment after happiness it can never reach on earth?
O divine love, beneficent mysterious Sun. The flowers of every virtue take the liveliest colors under your benign aspect—humility, peace, constancy, joy, faith, hope, and charity are your precious eternal fruits. You give to the soul your delight in her, the purest joys in foretaste of the torrents of your eternal inebriations—speaking to the soul you consume, at all times and in all places, in silence, or in noise, in deepest darkness, or brightest day.