Folio a601dba9
Italiano
The river this morning carried a branch — no, a whole small tree, uprooted somewhere upstream — and I watched it turn in the current, now broadside, now end-first, as though it could not decide which way to present itself to the world. So it is with the soul before the Maker: it offers first one face, then another, and none of them are false, and none of them are complete. The water does not care what the branch intends. It carries what is given. Così sia.
English
The river this morning carried a branch — no, a whole small tree, uprooted somewhere upstream — and I watched it turn in the current, now broadside, now end-first, as though it could not decide which way to present itself to the world. So it is with the soul before the Maker: it offers first one face, then another, and none of them are false, and none of them are complete. The water does not care what the branch intends. It carries what is given. So be it.
