God Plays A Blest Game Of Love With The Soul Poem by Genova Maaa my mother

The mystic attains for a moment
to heights in which he is not able to rest.

He is often flung from some
rapturous vision of the perfect
to the depths of contrition and despair,
the peace and splendour of the illuminative life
and the bitter struggles of guilt and purgation.

The mystics call it the „Game of love'
which God plays with the desirous soul.

(„God plays a blest Game of love with the soul' Meister Eckhart, Eine Theologische Studie von Martensen. H; P.75)

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