Monday, April 30, 2007
from Odes of Solomon
My heart was split, and a flower appeared, and grace sprang up; and it bore fruit for my God.
You split me, tore my heart open, filled me with love.
You poured your spirit into me; I knew you as I know myself.
Speaking waters touched me from your fountain, the source of life.
I swallowed them and was drunk with the water that never dies, and my drunkenness was insight, intimacy with your spirit.
And you have made all things new; you have showed me all things shining.
-- written in the 1st or 2nd Century, A.D.
(to be continued)
You split me, tore my heart open, filled me with love.
You poured your spirit into me; I knew you as I know myself.
Speaking waters touched me from your fountain, the source of life.
I swallowed them and was drunk with the water that never dies, and my drunkenness was insight, intimacy with your spirit.
And you have made all things new; you have showed me all things shining.
-- written in the 1st or 2nd Century, A.D.
(to be continued)
