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In the freezing cold air and dense thick mist, I run to God for warmth and light, and look to His burning passion and unearthly radiance to unlock and soften this hard air, to lift this darkness. If my mind seems distanced, confused, it's that He absorbs all my thoughts; deep inside His great stillness intent I listen for a sound barely heard, a voice: "Don't be afraid, Jesus came to this world out of God's vast timeless sea, to lighten life's heavy burden, to give rest; the waves grow gentler, transparent to those who let their humble craft float freely who trust to fathomless kindness and grace." |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V XLVII:208. See also B S1:84:127; R IX:416. MSs V2, L, Pa, RA. Translations: Roscoe 101, 330 (two versions); Tusiani 176. Key |
