Sometimes the mind is filled with complete faith
in the son's sacrifice, in the peaceful
light surrounding him: they show us how to
reach his Father amid that hallowed throng.
This gift does not exult the faithful soul,
since it is steathily snatched from the world's
business, pressures on the self, such moments
of Grace can come only from God alone.
A divine breath must raise the winds to help
human wings reach that high seat; a brilliant
intense light open human eyes to see
this beautiful path. Our will is blind, works
useless; mortal plumes cannot lift us off
the ground without Jesus' steadfast support.
|An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition|
From V LXXXV:235. See also B S1:45:107; No MSs; Valgrisi 45. Translation: Lawley 103-4. A twelfth in a series meditating Christ. Key