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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 |
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Notes: 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 |
