Peace, one and all…
Know that the wheeling heavens are turned by waves of Love:
were it not for Love, the world would be frozen.
How would an inorganic thing disappear into a plant?
How would vegetative things sacrifice themselves to become spirit?
How would the spirit sacrifice itself for the sake of that Breath
by the waft whereof a Mary was made pregnant?
Each one would be stiff and immovable as ice:
how should they be flying and seeking like locusts?
Every mote is in love with that Perfection
and hastening upward like a sapling.
Their haste is “Glory to God!”
They are purifying the body for the sake of the spirit.