Wednesday, August 30, 2006

On the Soul

When the soul is plunged in the fire of divine love, like iron, it first loses its blackness, and then growing to white heat it becomes like unto the fire itself. And lastly, it grows liquid, and, losing its nature, is transmuted into an utterly different quality of being. And as the difference between iron that is cold and iron that is hot, so is the difference between soul and soul, between the tepid soul and the soul made incandescent by divine love.

Source: Richard of St. Victor - de Quattuor Gradibus Violentae Charitatis

11 comments:

Angela said...

Truly beautiful!

Don Iannone said...

Thanks Angela...I think must have caught the unedited version of the post. It looked kind of messy when I first posted it. Blessings.

starry nights said...

wonderful post.loved it.

Kathleen said...

Thank you for this Don... truly... lovely... Liquid... yes... flowing... yes... like being mercury floating in space...

Don Iannone said...

Thank you Starry Nights and Kathleen. Blessings to you both.

serenity said...

Magic!!!!!

Thank you so much for this perfectly beautiful quote.

Don Iannone said...

Serenity...thank you. Yes indeed magic.

Rob said...

I must be at the stage where I have just been plunged into the fire.....ouch!

samuru999 said...

Beautiful quote Don!
Thank you!

dumbdodi said...

Don, thanks a lot for sharing this with us. It truly is divine.

Don Iannone said...

Thank you all.

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