Effortlessly,
Love flows from God into man,
Like a bird
Who rivers the air
Without moving her wings.
Thus, we move into 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
( 1207 - 1282 )
