The Revelations of Mechthild of Magdeburg (The Flowing Light of the Godhead) · 20 of 59

How the Soul receiveth God, and how God receiveth the Soul

O sweet enfolding in the Arms divine, O blessed Vision, welcome passing sweet, I bow beneath the joy that I am Thine, A weight of gladness cast I at Thy feet. O heights of God! within Thy clefts I hide, The home where dove and nightingale abide.

“All hail, My dove! on earth below Thou hast roamed afar and long, Until should grow the strong swift wings, That should bear Thee aloft from thy wanderings To the rest and song.”