Every time I read something from Pope Francis – from Francis himself – I think of this section of this poem by Charles Péguy:
As the faithful pass the holy water from hand to hand,
So we faithful, we must pass the word of God from heart to heart.
From hand to hand, from heart to heart, we must pass the divine Hope.
It is not enough that we have been created, that we were born, that we were brought into the faithful.
We must, it depends on us as women and as faithful,
It depends on us as Christians
To make it so that the eternal lacks nothing of the temporal,
That the spiritual lacks nothing of the carnal,
It must be said, it’s incredible: that eternity lacks nothing of time,
Of all time, of any particular time,
That the spirit lacks nothing of the flesh.
That the soul so to speak lacks nothing of the body.
That Jesus lacks nothing of the Church,
Of his Church.
We must go all the way: That God lacks nothing of his creation.
In other words it depends on us
To make it so that hope does not deceive the world.
That’s to say, it must be said, it depends on us
To make it so that the greater does not lack the lesser,
That the infinitely greater does not lack the infinitely lesser,
That the infinitely everything does not lack the infinitely nothing.
It depends on us to make it so that the infinite does not lack the finite.
That the perfect does not lack the imperfect.
It’s a wager, we are needed, it depends on us
To make it so that the great does not lack the small,
That the whole does not lack the part,
That the infinitely great does not lack the infinitely small.
That the eternal does not lack the perishable.
We are needed, (it’s ridiculous), we are needed so that the Creator
Does not lack his creature.
And as on the last day there will be a great sign of the cross over the world’s coffin.
Because it will be the final burial.
So on the last day there will be a great sign of the cross as a blessing.
Because it will be the fulfillment,
The crowning of hope.
Special grace, that a weakling, a weak creature carries God.
And that God could be in need of this creature.
It could be missing from his count and from his census,
When he counts his sheep, missing from his love and from his very being,
Making his hope to be a liar.
Because there is the crowning of thorns but there is also the crowning of hope.
Which is the crowning with branches from a tree without thorns.
Jesus Christ, my child, did not come to tell us tales.
from Charles Péguy, “Portal of the Mystery of Hope”