Touched in Love

Effortlessly,
Love flows from God into us,
Like a bird
who rivers the air
without moving her wings.
Thus we move in God's 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 strings
which are touched in love
must sound.

(Mechtild of Magdeburg, in Women in Praise of the Sacred, HarperPerinniel, 1994, Joan Hirshfield, editor)

I am on retreat today, with clergy from the diocese. The center is lovely and comfortable. Challenges continue, but a bit of a respite, for prayer.

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Comments

Jan said…
Lovely. Hope you're being refreshed and renewed.
Anonymous said…
Beautiful. We just read about Mechtild in Reformations class. I love the image of a bird rivering the air. thank you!!

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