Effortlessly,
Love flows from God into man,Like a birdWho rivers the airWithout moving her wings.Thus we move in His world,One in body and soul,Though outwardly separate in form.As the Source strikes the note,Humanity sings--The Holy Spirit is our harpist,And all stringsWhich are touched in LoveMust sound.
Mechtild of Magdeburg 1207-1297trans. Jane Hirshfield
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