Greetings,
Still
in Easter, thoughts from women four centuries apart, but together.
To the victor I will give
the right to eat from the tree of life that is in the garden of God.
Revelation 2:7b
I am yearning for the time
When my right is all revealed—
Jesus Christ, true tree of life,
Fount of all our justice he;
My strong support, my second
made,
No empty hope of fig-leaves’
shade.
Ann Griffiths (Eighteenth
century)
Remain in me, as I remain
in you. Just as a branch cannot bear
fruit on its own unless it remains on the vine, so neither can you unless you
remain in me. I am the vine, you are the
branches.
John
15:4-5
And you, high eternal Trinity,
acted as if you were drunk with love,
infatuated with your creature.
When you saw that this tree could bear no
fruit
but the fruit of death
because it was cut off from you who are life,
you came to its rescue
with the same love
with which you had created it:
you engrafted your divinity
into the dead tree of our humanity.
O sweet tender engrafting!
You, sweetness itself,
stooped to join yourself
with our bitterness.
Catherine of Siena (Fourteenth
century)
Yours & His,
DED
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