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"Our God Has Come to Save Us"


(Hildegard of Bingen to her convent on the lifting of the interdict, 1179)


The upper reaches of the trees brighten.

God has heard and sent His aid.

Yesterday, I knew good news was near

when I saw a field of anemones

blowing gaily in the wind.

Like drops of Christ's blood, they spread

their crimson blanket on the earth

to lift low hearts and broken wills.


Balsam, the refreshing air of spring,

this blessed ending of our ordeal.

Let us celebrate with our best bread,

purest white for Eucharist,

and let us chant so loudly

the angels will join in.



This poem appeared originally on Hildegard.org