OF SIX MEDIÆVAL WOMEN
breath, and from His human mouth, through the wisdom of the Holy Ghost. How couldest thou endure it for an hour?"
And the soul answers: "The fish cannot drown in the water, the bird cannot sink in the air, gold cannot perish in the fire, where it gains its clear and shining worth. God has granted to each creature to cherish its own nature. How can I withstand my nature? I must go from all things to God, who is my Father by Nature, my Brother through His Humanity, my Bridegroom through Love, and I am His for ever."
Silenced by this wondrous flight of holy passion, we bid farewell to Mechthild. She lived for her time, and she lives for us, as one of "humanity's pioneers on the only road to rest." "Out of the depths," she cried to Heaven. We leave her in the music of the spheres.
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