The Revelations of Mechthild of Magdeburg (The Flowing Light of the Godhead) · 18 of 59

The Complaint of the Loving Soul, and the Answer of God

“O Lord, too long Thou dost guard and spare This dungeon-house of clay, Where I drink the water of sorrow and care, And the ashes of emptiness are my fare, From day to day.”

“Where is thy patience, O My Queen? Let Thy sorrow be sore as it may, I heal it as if it never had been, When I speak, it has passed away. My riches of glory for ever are thine, Thy might has prevailed over Me, For I love thee for ever with love divine; If thou hast the token, the gold is Mine, And I weigh full measure to thee. For all things renounced, and for all things wrought, All sorrow, and all endeavour, I give thee beyond all desire or thought, For I give thee Myself for ever.”