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As if He were giving us a jewel struck off from Paradise, eternal, inward, God gave us free will and a sincere heart so we could choose to give ourselves back to Him. And there's the faultline. Humble yet safe, thinking well of ourselves, we depend on this will (God-given), to find we've locked in betrayal, the treachery of self-love. A man who can see gives a man who can't a noble gift when his hand helps the poor man go where he wants to. The really blind-- we--let ruthless passion wheel us into a maze born of real mistake--of holding back from God who sees all, is peace and rest. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V II:388. See also B S2:11:182; R XXVII:450; MSs A, CASI, Pr, R, RA; 1539, 1540/2, 1543/58 (Ruscelli); 1552/9-60;1548 Valgrisi; 1693 Bulifon; 1760 Rota. Key |
