As A Drop Of Water, Drowned In A Great Quantity Of Wine.

Poem By Genova Maaa my mother

Suso writes:
„When the good and the faithful servant
enters into the joy of the Lord…
he disappears and loses himself in God,
and become one spirit with Him,
as a drop of water which is drowned
in a great quantity of wine.

For even as such a drop disappears,
taking the colour and taste of wine,
so it is with those who are in full
possession of blessedness.

All human desires are taken from them
in an indescribable manner, they are
rapt from themselves, and are immersed
in the Divine Will…. His ‚being‘ remains,
but in another form, in another glory,
and in another power. And all this is
the result of entire and complete
renunciation".

(Heinrich Seuse,
Buchlein der Warheit, Chp.iv)

Comments about As A Drop Of Water, Drowned In A Great Quantity Of Wine.

The Little Book of Eternal Wisdom” (“Buchlein der Warheit) is among the best of the writings of Blessed Henry Suso, a priest of the Order of St. Dominic, who lived a life of wonderful labours and sufferings, and died in the fourteenth century with a reputation for sanctity which the Church has solemnly confirmed. It would be difficult to speak too highly of this little book or of its author. In soundness of teaching, sublimity of thought, clarity of expression, and beauty of illustration has shown that there is no known spiritual writer that surpasses Henry Suso.
Drop of water.. great quantity of wine...mystical love, mystical philosophy. Let it be quoted... All human desires are taken from them in an indescribable manner, they are rapt from themselves, and are immersed in the Divine Will…. His ‚being‘ remains, but in another form, in another glory, and in another power. And all this is the result of entire and complete renunciation. Beautiful poem. Thanks for sharing.


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