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Sometimes my emotions overwhelm me, fed by belief and eager hope, in my mind roused, bold, I hear wings, my heart, beating, and enter a space only love perceives. Into this place the mind withdraws, becomes identified with God whose courage and goodness strengthens the illumined mind to see His footprints, hear His voice, feel His help as one wanders blindly in this world's maze: and if one draws from His well one drop of genuine kindness, sweet, rare from that vast ocean, it is beyond all tongues to say how this gift saves those drowning in this world's bitter waters. What follows is silence. |
An image of the Italian text from Visconti's 1840 edition |
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Notes: V CLXVIII:328. See also B S1: 172:171, from Valgrisi 173 Key |
