“My soul was tasting of the food that while
It satisfies us, makes us hunger for it.”
[8]See Isaiah lx. 19, 20, as explaining this thought: “The sun shall be no more thy light by day; neither for brightness shall the moon give light unto thee: but the Lord shall be unto thee an everlasting light, and thy God thy glory. Thy sun shall no more go down; neither shall thy moon withdraw itself: for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended.”
[9]In which the Church, the Body of Christ, is spoken of as existing not only before His death and resurrection, but before He became Incarnate.
[10]“Why did I thus pray?” she writes. “Because I find that I am still just as despicable and unworthy as I was thirty years ago when I began to write. But the Lord showed me that He had healing roots stored, as it were, in a little sack, and with them should the sick be refreshed, and the healthy strengthened, and the dead raised, and the godly sanctified.”
[11]Matilda the Béguine’s own words relating to the death of a friend may better describe her own—
“He laid him down upon the breast of God
In measureless delight,
Enfolded in the tenderness untold,
The sweetness infinite.”