
Birds cannot sink in the air,
Gold cannot perish
in the refiners fire.
This has God given to all creatures
to foster and seek their own nature,
How then can I withstand mine?
I must to God -
My father through nature,
my brother through humanity,
My bridegroom through love,
His I am forever!
Think ye that fire must utterly slay my soul?
Nay! Love can both fiercely scorch
And tenderly love and console.
- Mechthild of Magdeburg (1210-1297)