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Revelations of Divine Love  


Chapter 5

© Jane Joyner


At this same time our Lord shewed me the spiritual sight of his homely loving.
I saw that he is to us everything that is good and comfortable for us:
he is our clothing that for love wraps us, clasps us,
and all-encompasses us for tender love,
for he shall never leave us;
being to us everything that is good,
- this is my understanding.
Also in this he shewed me a little thing, 
the size of a hazelnut, in the palm of my hand; 
and it was as round as a ball. 
I looked at it  with the eye of my understanding, 
and thought: What can this be? 
The answer gathers everything up: it is all that is made. 
I marvelled how it might last, 
for I thought it might suddenly have fallen to nothingness for its littleness. 
And I was answered in my understanding: 
It lasts, and ever shall last because God loves it.
And so it is with all things that have Being by the love of God.
In this little thing I saw three properties. 
The first is that God made it, 
the second is that God loves it, 
the third, that God keeps it. 
But how can I truly know in myself  the Maker, the Keeper, and the Lover?
This I cannot tell; 
for till I am substantially Oned to him, 
I may never have full rest nor true bliss: 
that is to say, till I am so fastened to him, 
that there is absolutely nothing that is made between my God and me.
God, of your Goodness, give me yourself:
for you are enough for me,
and may I ask nothing less than that which gives you full worship;
and if I ask anything that is less, I will always be wanting more
but only in you I have all.

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