The Great Deed promised by Our Lord to Blessed Julian of Norwich
i am reminded of one of my favorite poems, by rainer maria rilke, dove that ventured outside:
Quote:(To Erika, for the festival of praise)

Dove that ventured outside,      flying far from the dovecote:

housed and protected again,      one with the day, the night,

knows what serenity is,      for she has felt her wings

pass through all distance and fear      in the course of her wanderings.

The doves that remained at home,      never exposed to loss,

innocent and secure,      cannot know tenderness;

only the won-back heart      can ever be satisfied:  free,

through all it has given up,      to rejoice in its mastery.

Being arches itself      over the vast abyss.

Ah the ball that we dared,      that we hurled into infinite space,

doesn’t it fill our hands      differently with its return:

heavier by the weight      of where it has been.

this book by hans urs von balthasar i've heard is very good, but i have not read it yet:

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