Today I have nothing for you except this tale as old as time, known to many a parent wandering in the dark woods of infant gastrointestinal distress. Come unravel with me.
“I was constructed by divine power,
supreme wisdom, and love primordial.
Before me no created things were.
Save those eternal, and eternal I abide.
Abandon all hope, you who enter here. ”
“In the middle of the journey of our life
I found myself within a dark wood
where the straight way was lost.”
“They yearn for what they fear for.”
“I have come to lead you to the other shore.
Into eternal darkness,
Into fire and into ice.”
“I am the way into the city of woe,
I am the way into eternal pain,
I am the way to go among the lost.”
“At grief so deep the tongue must wag in vain,
the language of our sense and memory lacks the vocabulary of such pain.”
“There is no greater sorrow then to recall our times of joy in wretchedness.”
“But the stars that marked our starting fall away.
We must go deeper into greater pain,
for it is not permitted that we stay.”
“Here sighs, laments, and deep wailings were resounding through the starless air,
wherefore at first I wept thereat.
Strange tongues, horrible utterances, words of woe, accents of anger, voices high and faint,
and sounds of hands with them
Were making a tumult which whirls always in that air forever dark
like the sand when the whirlwind breathes.”
“The more perfect a thing the more it feels good and evil.”
“It was the hour of morning,
when the sun mounts with those stars
that shone with it when God’s own love
first set in motion those fair things.”
“And following its path, we took no care
to rest, but climbed: he first, then I– so far,
through a round aperture I saw appear
some of the beautiful things that Heaven bears,
where we came forth, and once more saw the stars.”
“As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled,
when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems,
so did I, too, with my exhausted force.”
This post was inspired by Autostraddle’s article Observations on Heaven from Dante’s Paradiso That Also Apply to These Stills of Linda Hamilton and made possible by excessive amounts of caffeine. All photos are courtesy of Pixabay. Thank you for reading.