Come, my little King, Who art nevertheless the Eternal Wisdom, come and
teach me this heavenly prudence. I know Thy power and I know Thy
gentleness. I know, that is to say, that Thou _canst_ do everything and
that Thou art disposing sweetly everything in my life; but I want Thee
to come and teach me to put my knowledge into practice. If the whole
world could be set in motion by Thee just in order that one little
desire of Thy Divine Providence might be fulfilled, shall I not be ready
to own that Thou art indeed the King, that whatever may happen in the
earth, it is the Lord Who _reigneth_; and in my own life when things
seem, as they sometimes do, inexplicable and beyond all human ken, Oh!
come and teach me that the way of prudence is to lie still like a little
child in its mother's arms, not to try to fathom nor to understand, but
to say: I am in the Arms of the Eternal Wisdom, Who can do all things,
Who loves me with an infinite love and Who is disposing all things
sweetly, gently, mercifully for my sake.
This is the lesson the Child yet unborn would teach. His Mother
understood, for, as we have seen, one principle guided the two lives;
but it was not easy for her to have all her plans disarranged, to hear
that she and her husband must take a long journey perhaps of two or
three days, to know that her Son could not be born in her own little
home so dear to her with all its hallowed memories, to know that she
could not lay Him in the little cradle that she had so lovingly prepared
for Him nor surround Him with the little comforts that she had been able
to provide. All this would have been much even for a rich mother to give
up, and Mary was poor and she knew that she and Joseph would have to
take just what they could get and no more. Yet in Mary's heart there
was no anxiety, no murmuring, no hesitation, no regret even. Why?
Because the Babe within her taught her prudence, taught her, that is,
that God's ways are best, that it was He Who was ordering all things
sweetly, and that if her plans were upset, it simply meant that they did
not happen to be God's plans; and she willingly gave up hers for His.
O Mary as I kneel before the Tabernacle where Thy Son as yet lies
hidden, present my petitions to Him. Tell Him that, cost what it may, I
do want His Will to be done, I do want to realize that it is He Who is
ordering all things sweetly for me and that though the way is often
difficult it is _His_ way and therefore mine--"the way of prudence."
_Colloquy_ with the Incarnate Wisdom.
_Resolution._ "I purposed therefore to take her (Wisdom) to me to live
with me, knowing that she will communicate to me of her good things"
(Wisdom VIII. 9).
_Spiritual Bouquet._ "O Sapientia! ... come and teach us the way of
prudence."