My dear Episcopalian CPE colleague, Matthew, posted this poem to facebook this evening. I'm smack in the middle of a bunch of process theology reading, and this just sidled right in. Beautiful. Forgive the masculine pronouns (especially for God), noting that Mechtild wrote them eight centuries ago.
Effortlessly,
love flows from God into man,
like a bird
who rivers the air
without moving her wings.
Thus we move in His 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
13th century
Effortlessly,
love flows from God into man,
like a bird
who rivers the air
without moving her wings.
Thus we move in His 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
13th century