As Heat From Our Great Burning Star Melts Ice

As heat from our great burning star melts ice,
as the turbulent North Winds scatter clouds,
so does my beloved not permit me
cowardly and sordid thoughts in my heart.
When my master enters his home, my mind
dismisses thoughts that are his enemies;
I remember his splendour; my other
cares irrelevant, fade, do not matter,
all's spent. If this is what I am on earth,
what will it be when I slip off this flesh,
this mortal weight, and nothing lies between
me and paradise. I'm only afraid
my joy in his presence won't let me see
a greater--and burn with love for my God.

Vittoria Colonna


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