MERCY: God’s Mercy And Love by Simone Weil

God's Mercy And Love Simone Weil

From Waiting for God

It is in affliction itself that the splendor of God’s mercy shines, from its very depths, in the heart of its inconsolable bitterness.  If still persevering in our love, we fail to the point where the soul cannot keep back the dry, “My God, why hast thou forsaken me?”, if we remain at this point without ceasing to love, we end by touching something that is not affliction, not joy, something that is the central essence, necessary and pure, something not of the senses, common to joy and sorrow: the very love of God.

We know then that joy is the sweetness of contact with the love of God, that affliction is the wound of this same contact when it is painful, and that only the contact matters, not the manner of it.

It is the same as when we see someone very dear to us after a long absence; the words we exchange with him do not matter, but only the sound of his voice, which assures us of his presence.

The knowledge of this presence of God does not afford consolation; it takes nothing from the fearful bitterness of affliction; nor does it heal the mutilation of the soul.  But we know quite certainly that God’s love for us is the very substance of this bitterness and this mutilation.


God created through love and for love.  God did not create anything except love itself, and the means to love.  He created love in all its forms.  He created beings capable of love from all possible distances.  Because no other could do it, he himself went to the greatest possible distance, the infinite distance.  This infinite distance between God and God, this supreme tearing apart, this agony beyond all others, this marvel of love, is the crucifixion.  Nothing can be further from God than that which has been made accursed.

This tearing apart, over which supreme love places the bond of supreme union, echoes perpetually across the universe in the midst of the silence, like two notes, separate yet melting into one, like pure and heart-rending harmony.  This is the Word of God.  The whole creation is nothing but its vibration.  When human music in its greatest purity pierces our soul, this is what we hear through it.  When we have learned to hear the silence, this is what we grasp more distinctly through it.

Those who persevere in love hear this note from the very lowest depths into which affliction has thrust them.  From that moment they can no longer have any doubt.

Men struck down by affliction are at the foot of the Cross, almost at the greatest possible distance from God.  It must not be thought that sin is a greater distance.  Sin is not a distance, it is a turning of our gaze in the wrong direction.

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