True poverty is poverty of heart, which you said was ‘blessed,’ my Saviour Jesus, to which all material things are totally indifferent, for it has broken with them all. As S. Mary Magdalen broke her vase of spices, the heart empties itself utterly of all attachment to transitory things, it is left open wide for God alone. Then God enters in and reigns alone, filling it entirely, and makes subject for ever to himself, for him and in him, the love of all men, his children. The heart knows no other than these two loves; nothing else exists for it and we live on earth as though we were not there, in perpetual contemplation of the one necessity to our souls and in intercession for those that the Heart of Jesus loves.

–Charles de Foucauld, Meditations of a Hermit