Letters103 Letter CIII. To the brother of William, a monk ok Clairvaux.'2

san Bernardo di Chiaravalle († 1153) · Epistolae · c. 1120-1153

Letter CIII. To the brother of William, a monk ok Clairvaux.'2

Bernard, after having made a striking commendation of religious poverty, reproaches in him an affection too great for worldly tilings, to the detriment of the poor and of his own soul, so that he preferred to yield them up only to death, rather than for the love of Christ.

1. Although you are unknown to me by face, and although distant from me in body, yet you are my friend, and this friendship between us makes you to be present and familiar to me. It is not flesh and blood, but the Spirit of God which has prepared for you, though without your knowledge, this friendship, which has united your brother William and me with a lasting bond of spiritual affection, which includes you, too, through him, if you think it worth acceptance. And if you are wise you will not despise the friendship of those whom the Truth declares blessed, and calls kings of heaven; which blessedness we would not envy to you, nor if communicated to you would it be diminished to us, nor would our boundaries be at all narrowed if you should reign over them too. For what cause can there be for envy where the multitude of those who share a blessing takes nothing from the greatness of the share which each enjoys? I wish you to be the friend of the poor, but especially their imitator. The one is the grade of beginner, the other of the perfect, for the friendship of the poor makes us the friend of kings, but the love of poverty makes us kings ourselves. The kingdom of heaven is the kingdom of the poor, and one of the marks of royal power is to do good to friends according to our will. Make to yourselves friends, it is said, of the mammon of unrighteousness, that "when ye fail they may receive you into everlasting habitations (S. Luke xvi. 9). You see what a high dignity sacred poverty is, so that not only does it not seek protection for itself, but extends it to those who need. What a power is this, to approach by one's self to the Throne of God without the intervention of any, whether angels or men, with simple confidence in the Divine favour, thus reaching the summit of existence, the height of all glory!

2. But would that you, without pretence, would consider how you hinder your own attainment of these advantages. Alas! that a vapour which appears but for a moment should block up the entrance to eternal glory, hide from you the clearness of the unbounded and everlasting light, prevent you from recognizing the true nature of things, and deprive you of the highest degree of glory! How long will you prefer to such glory the grass of the field, which to day is, and to-morrow is cast into the oven? I mean carnal and worldly glory. For all flesh is grass, and its glory as the flower of the field (Is. xl. 6). If you are wise, if you have a heart to feel and eyes to see, cease to pursue those things which it is misery to attain. Happy is he who does not toil at all after those things, which when possessed are a burden, when loved a defilement, and when lost a torment. Will it not be better to have the honour to renounce them than the vexation to lose them? Or will it be more prudent to yield them up for the love of Christ than to have them taken away by death?—death, which is a robber lying in wait for you, into whose hands you cannot help falling, with all that belongs to you. When he shall do so you cannot foresee, because he will come as a thief in the night. You brought nothing into this world, and it is certain you can carry nothing out (1 Tim. vi. 7). You shall sleep your sleep, and find nothing in your hands. But these things you know well, and it would be superfluous laboriously to teach them to you. Rather I will pray God that you may have the grace to fulfil in practice what it has been given you already to know.

1. Etsi facie ignotus nobis, etsi corpore remotus a nobis, amicus tamen es; et amicitia notum jam nobis et praesentem te facit. Hanc tibi, te nesciente, comparavit non caro et sanguis, sed spiritus Dei, qui Willelmum fratrem tuum aeterna nobis societate et spirituali charitate devinxit, ac per eum te quoque, si dignum judicas. At, si sapis, non contemnes eorum amicitiam, quos Veritas beatos clamat, et reges pronuntiat coelorum. Quam quidem beatitudinem non invidemus tibi: nec enim communicata tibi, nobis minuitur; nec nostri proinde termini restringuntur, si et tu regnaveris. Quaenam vero invidiae causa potest esse, ubi sortium magnitudini consortium multitudo nil detrahit? Volo te esse amicum pauperum, magis autem imitatorem. Ille gradus proficientium est, hic perfectorum. Amicitia pauperum, regum amicos constituit; amor paupertatis, reges. Regnum denique coelorum pauperum est; et est regiae potestatis beare pro voluntate amicos. Facite, inquit, vobis amicos de mammona iniquitatis; ut, cum defeceritis, recipiant vos in aeterna tabernacula. Vides quia magna dignitas sancta paupertas sit, ut non modo patrocinium ipsa sibi non quaerat, sed et ferat indigentibus. Quale est hoc, absque interventu cujuspiam angelorum vel hominum, sola divinae gratiae confidentia, accedere per temetipsum ad vultum gloriae, capessere summa rerum, attingere totius magnificentiae culmen?

2. Verum qualibus ista tu tibi impedias rebus, utinam sine dissimulatione attendas. Vae! vae! vapor est ad modicum parens, quod aeternae felicitatis aditum intercludit, quod perennis luminis incircumscriptam charitatem abscondit, quod universitatis scientia fraudat, quod summae privat dignitatis honore. Quousque tu tantae gloriae praefers fenum, quod hodie est, et cras in clibanum mittitur; carnem dico et ejus gloriam? Siquidem omnis caro fenum, et omnis gloria ejus tanquam flos feni. Si sapis, si habes cor, si tecum est lumen oculorum tuorum, desine jam ea sequi, quae et assequi miserum est. Beatus qui post illa non abiit, quae possessa onerant, amata inquinant, amissa cruciant. Annon ea satius cum honore spernis, quam cum dolore perdis? annon ea prudentius Christi cedis amori, quam morti? Est in insidiis praedo, cujus manibus nec te nec tua potes subducere. Non poterit praevideri, quia tanquam fur in nocte ita veniet. Nihil intulisti in hunc mundum, haud dubium quia nec quidquam auferes. Dormies somnum tuum, et nihil invenies in manibus tuis. Sed nosti haec: non est in docendo te superflue laborandum. Orandum potius ut, quod tibi jam nosse datum est, detur et implere prout oportet.

Samuel J. Eales (active by 1879; M.A., Principal of S. Boniface College, Warminster, in 1882), Life and Works of Saint Bernard, Abbot of Clairvaux, edited by Dom John Mabillon, vols. I-III, London: Burns & Oates / John Hodges, 1889-1896. Fonte del testo digitale: OCR of Internet Archive scans saintbernardlife00bernuoft, saintbernardlife02bernuoft, lifeworksofsaint03bern, word-repaired against second copies (lifeworksofsaint01bern, lifeworksofsaint02bern, LifeWorksOfSBernardClairvauxV3). Testo originale: Corpus Corporum (University of Zurich) TEI of the Patrologia Latina, via the CatholicCorpus mirror. Public domain in the US and Canada: published 1889-1896; translator active by 1879, an M.A. and principal in 1882; necessarily died before 1972. Latin: Migne, Patrologia Latina 182-183 (1854), public domain.

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