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If you could catch a sparkle of the light through which the cross for an instant unfolds that great mirror--instead I see you caught in foolish useless efforts, driven wild in this dry rough desert--perhaps I'd glimpse that dark cloud that hovers over, obscures your radiance vanish, and then you'd grasp all the world has given or can give made you only less happy and less secure. You'd see the enemy's net, adhesion, the hooks, and your mind's burden fall away. When we love God's realm and reason rules us, we can unknot those vehement bitter feelings, bonds, if and where they ensnare us. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: From V CLXII:322. See also B E11:208; no MSs; in 1548 Valgrisi; 1693 Bulifon; 1760 Rota. Key |
