When, without our willing it, the mind turns

When, without our willing it, the mind turns
inward, rises above the diurnal,
forgets the self, a different kind of strength
makes us see Christ's endurance on the cross,

we strain to cling to him so intently,
we don't just believe His limbs ours, we feel
the cut of thorns, the agony of nails,
the presence of felons, something of His

inner fire. This is God's grace, not ours,
this is how we know and have His Spirit
rule, guide us, in us where He likes to dwell.

If there's anyone who relies on weak
mortal deeds, like Adam he's deluded,
what he presumes on, receives are new lies.

An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition
From V LXIX:229. See also B S1:41:105; no MS; Valgrisi 41. Militant Valdesian. The eighth in the series meditating Christ. Key

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