Thus God woos the simple soul and makes it wise in his love:

Oh precious dove,
Your feet are red,
Your feathers smooth,
Your mouth well-formed,
Your eyes beautiful,
Your head noble, Your movements delightful, Your flight is swift and bold,
Too soon you return to earth.

 And God said to the soul:I desired you before the world began.

I desire you now
As you desire me.
And where the desires of two come together, there love is perfected.

I descend on my love

As dew on a flower.

Mechthild of Magdeburg

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