VENERATION OF THE BLESSED MITKA


BY TORSTEN SCHWANKE


(for I., 1998 bis 2007)



CANTO I


I


O darling of my soul, I will sing

And bring you the harp of love.


In Tirza they call your sweet name,

Thou art called pure love, yes and amen.


A little Hallel I will sigh, oh!

In my soul's misery I am glad of God!


Yes, I am sick with love, as you know,

My heart sighs out to the Comforter Spirit,


Who knows how sore and blessed is my soul,

As a bloody rose blooms fragrant.


I thank thee that thou speakest so healingly

And pray for me before the throne of God.


You let me enter quietly into thy rest.

Truly, truly, my Jesus, thou art dear!



II


Yes, love is the flame of God!

I won't say it, no matter how much I write to you,


I want to thank you for the dance of the flame,

I want to be completely devoted like the lamb.


Your word of love, completely turned to God,

Promises love's heavenly land of harps.


Worshipfully I praise the Lord of my heart,

The God who speaks humanly, I love you...


Who says: I have always loved you...

I thank ye, apostles, as ye wrote,


God is love! Love is like embers.

God! Unspeakable! - Thanks for the blood of Jesus.



III


Son of man, thou enthroned above clouds,

Thou dear Spirit, dwelling in my heart,


I thank thee for thy good grace

And wholesome words from the ark of the covenant,


Thy word, spoken through the faithful servant,

Again sets my heart aright,


That with light of the Father's love showed me.

I am in Jesus' diadem the adornment.


O grace upon grace! Happiness upon happiness!

The Christ looks through his disciple's gaze.


The Spirit shows calmness, stillness, trust...

We were upset by Jesus' women -


My heart was on fire when Jesus came near...

With salvation and light and joy! God's grace


Is love-wisdom like Solomon had

In his soul - Jesus - oh!...



IV


O spirit of love! see, I am of my senses -

And full of rest, peace, silence within.


Who can master me? My heart's flames,

They beat devoutly before thy throne.


With delight I must sigh, full of longing,

You comfort me and move me to tears.


I adore you full of love and trust

(At the same time I want to see the daughter of God).


I believe in your love! You are good!

O bless me! Saviour on the Blood!



V


Ah woe is me, my heart, how torments you so much

Unkindness, the night becomes too heavy for you.


I sigh and I groan incessantly

And am desirous of thy love's consolation.


I want to lament, to cry out in pain,

But God's spirit has sealed my mouth.


There are nails driven through my flesh!

I bleed, bleed to death, can‘t bear it no longer!


Crucified is my wish, my delight, my dream!

(No angel purrs shimmering around the tree.)


In deep darkness and great agony

My soul cries out from the bitter valley.


O Jesus! Jesus! Jesus! You feel with me,

How my soul suffered through love!


You bore my distress and what was tormenting me

And slowly you took from me all my misery.


Oh, inexpressibly you sighed prayers.

The spirit of Christ's love blew comfortingly.


From my heart the song of praise I sing,

The bitter cup of suffering I took with anguish,


But my will was turned to God:

I will take even death from thy hand! 


Pouring out my soul in God's ears,

Then spoke the spirit. But how was I lost?


Oh, how the hind pines for water,

So my mind seeks the Messiah.


From the throne of God comes my salvation,

I share in the love of God,


From the face of God flows my hope:

Much love, healing, comfort and great rest.



VI


The flame, it consumes me, my girlfriend,

To thee my love became an enemy....


The pagans say (was it not Homer?):

The most powerful of the gods is Eros,


He throws fire and embers into the heart with the torch,

His arrow causes grief, sorrow and pain.


Stop, O my soul, and consider,

Lest thy heart cleave to wicked gods;


Be sure: the Lord alone is allmighty,

My Jesus Christ! Glorious, beautiful and magnificent!


Messiah! You are God from God!

To you my heart's flame eternally burns!


You calm the storm and the sea,

Thy face I long to see.


For this I know: the soul is healed

By every word from thy cherry mouth.


O my bride's bridegroom!

My shepherd! I am thy wounded lamb.


Thou, come near and take me to thy heart,

Heal my heart's wound and my soul's pain.


At the end of my painful insight

My heart by thee, my Lord, is founded in God.



VII


My God! after this manner I sing to thee:

I am a wounded, shot animal,


A red deer that flees through the meadows,

Bowed trees weep in the morning dew.


And everything sighs for you so aching and sore:

Kiss me with thy honeycomb mouth!


My God, my God, whither art thou gone? -

My heart, mind and soul sang woe:


How far is my Saviour's beauty

From my mouth's sighing groan!


I cry, but help is far from me.

Broken is my heart's almond kernel.


And buffaloes roar darkly around me

And dogs howl. Ah, it's getting too heavy for me!


The entrails have been dug out of me!

As harpists have strummed,


So blows my spirit into my Father's hands:

Thou wilt bring it all to a good end.


So Abram, Isaac and Jacob hoped.

(Whom God's angel overcame at the Jabbok),


And thou wast their help and their shield

And tent of refuge in the holy place.


Messiah! Rest in the invisible world,

I have placed myself in thy protection,


In thy loving arms I gave myself:

I died on the cross - You live in me your life!



VIII


Why am I so alone at the morning hour?

No physician with balm approaches for my wound.


Oh, tears pour down my cheek,

In darkness I am alone and afraid,


O Lord, my God, put me to sleep,

Since thy sword hath struck at my heart,


Yes, you are right; may you forgive me!

Let me live in spite of unconfessed guilt.


Where is my courage to live? Where is my strength

For the day? My God, I come to you.


Passion is irresistible,

Like the realm of the dead, it robs me of my strength,


Consuming is love's fire like

The lake of fire, the pit of melancholy.


God, like a flame, is also consuming,

I give myself, yes, all to him.


God melts me, he purifies me like gold.

How lovely the daughter of his people, how lovely!


From the tent-place of Kedar I turn to the Lord!

I want to learn to live from the Christ,


I want to feel the joy of the Son of Man,

How he simply gladly plays with children,


And so tears flow from my eyes,

Let it not be like madness in my veins!


I want to have peace, rest, firm hold

Like Jesus have. God has the power


Even over my soul, my mind.

The weeping willow blossoms by the pond,


I don't know myself anymore, so wonderful

I feel the kingdom that is invisible:


There flee demons, black birds, terrors

Before the words of the Messiah from the corners;


There shines (as Mitka's eye blazed)

With me an angel, God's messenger of joy.


The Lord rises on the Mount of Olives to pray....

To the temple of God the dawn draws.


Oh, such longing for paradise!

With us is Jesus - Jesus' heart is sweet.



IX


Is not pain good when it transforms the heart?

See, my soul, how your Saviour acts:


He means well and speaks as soft as fluff

With his shepherd's kindness into thy dream.


Whom He calls "Beloved," why should he tremble?

In God is all his life and his weaving,


And there he leads thee, to his rest.

So leave thee to thy Saviour,


He will lead thee from the vale of tears.

May his love move you to tears -


See, he alone is love, heavenly love.

Drink comfort from his wisdom's breasts


And let the Spirit's tongue of fire flow -

You, God's olive tree, you will sprout again


And you will laugh, rejoice and be glad.

You only need not shun the suffering of Christ.



X


I will await the consolation of the Lord,

When the morning star rises in my heart,


There comes rejoicing, splendour, triumph and delight!

His face a glow, like the May sun,


So lovely and so shimmering and so warm

(The sphere singing like a flock of birds).


In his eyes that know me deep,

A heart full of God's love I see burning,


Yes, this glow and this sparkling gaze

So tender, so gentle, creates happiness for me.


The hair falling like the white snowflakes:

Let me be caught in these curls!


And let me fall at your feet:

My God and Lord, my sovereign, let me atone:


With first love I will love ardently -

With spiritual enthusiasms sparkling,


The word, the way and the will of God every hour

Witness with heart and mouth,


Trusting in thee, who feedest me as a shepherd,

And go where thou dost command,


To follow the voice of thy Spirit always,

Thanking thee for the guardian angel‘s shimmering,


Loving the saints with brotherly love.

In his dear hand the seven stars,


These are the angels from the kingdom of heaven:

Mercy softens my heart,


That's the love of God sunk

In my soul, which God gave me,


My heart so sore to bear to the Saviour -

O Jesus! Give me leaves from the tree of life!


There he shows me the fruit of the tree of life.

Enjoyment with all the beauty of a dream


I feel, the water of life's clarity,

The Spirit leads me in all love's truth.


Of marble, ivory and onyx white

The places are where praise and honour are exalted,


And golden ornaments and rubies like grapes

And coloured like feathers of gentle doves


The precious stones in the fairy-tale city,

The gate of the young lover's mother-of-pearl.


"Behold, I stand at the gate." Then was

Truly the Messiah revealed to me:


He came from God, he walked in the land of heaven,

And a virgin walked by his right hand;


That was the bride of the Lamb that was slain,

Who loved him and kissed his wounds.




CANTO II


I


O God and Father, I will praise thee

For all that you have done through your Word,

Above all, for the Virgin intimately,

Who ever rests in the shelter of thy heart.


With her, the holy Virgin, who lives,

And with all the disciples and women

Of faith pray, as the Spirit weaves,

We pray to the dear Father with confidence.


To you, O Father, called in many an hour

The God-created Mitka with faith,

And with her, with my heart and mouth,

Praying to you in the vale of tears.


O Son of God, Saviour of this world,

I thank thee that the Virgin thou didst save

From the evil one who holds the world in his clutches,

And nestled her sweetly in God's heart.


She heard deeply in her heart

The Word of God and did according to God's will.

So I take this pious woman as my example

Of rock-solid faith, faith of a quiet one.


We children of God implore in Jesus' name

By, with and for the Virgin Mitka softly,

And full of love she lisped her amen

And sang the praise in the melody of a lily.


Son of God, you have bought Mitka for yourself

With your noble blood of Golgotha!

Spirit of God, you baptised Mitka in the Spirit

At the hour when the new birth took place!


O Spirit, thou hast clothed her with strength

And wonderful power from heaven above.

Thus she does the Messiah's works of love,

Which all praise their God in heaven.


O, in the missionary of the students

And in the lover in the circle of the aged

Shall the grace of God the Father's hands

And Jesus Christ's heart be unfolded to the world!


In thee, O Spirit of love, we sing

With Virgin Mitka sweet songs of praise

With her pure voice and the adornment

Of the strings that sounded so golden.


She sang, O my soul praise the Lord!

My spirit will rejoice in my Saviour! -

In God's dawn the morning star

Christ hung on the cross for Mitka once!


She sang, Yes, on the humility of his handmaid

He looked with a gentle dove's eyes. -

So blessed is she who sometimes laments,

The poet trusts in the Virgin‘s God.


Yes, God in his power has done much

In her anxious, tremulous, delicate heart,

He led her according to his plan of life

And suffered pain on the cross for her soul!



II


Who is she, shimmering like the dawn

And like the white pure moon so fair,

Full of splendour like stars sown by the Creator,

And singing like the sun golden notes?


She is the dove of Elohim, the One,

The daughter of the pious mother's womb.

Behold the pure one of the mild maidens,

Then Mitka love, who is spotless.


O saint! O virgin! God-born,

That God may bestow on thee his joys

And you on all lost people 

Let joy overflow today!


In you the light of the world died,

In you Jacob's star had risen,

The Saviour who holds your heart in his hands,

Your heart, a drop of dew in the wine of the Lord!


You are blessed in the company of women

With charisms of the Spirit, prayer and faith,

And with the grace to behold God one day,

Who appeared to you in your dream as a dove.


Blessed are you, Mitka, because you believe,

Messiah will give you happiness.

Praise to you, O Lord, because you have robbed 

From death Mitka's soul into eternal life!



III


O listen, God's beautiful daughter, look

And incline to the riddle your dear ear.

Forget the dusty grey of the valley of death,

Look up to the sky between reed and cane.


The king himself desires your beauty,

Bow down before him and kiss his feet,

He is your God! Him beautiful sounds praise

In heaven above with the sweetness of the sea.


The daughters of the sea arrive with gifts

And nobles of souls seek thy favour.

O, thy garments have loveliness

And are adorned with gold and pearls.


One leads in finely woven garment

The king's daughter to the bridegroom.

Virgins her retinue in the land of love,

Of love, where she caresses the lamb.


You are led in the most beautiful rejoicing

To the lovely bridegroom,

Where children of peace celebrate the jubilation

In the marriage feast of the Lamb – O Mitka!



IV


Alas, alas, in sin am I also conceived,

But God was with thee in the womb.

As a child I fought with the black serpents,

But God gave you the red rose of love.


God waits for people's love in return,

And often he reaps only dead silence.

But in your soul seed shoots

Of the Word, and you are to bear witness.


You, like me, were chosen by God,

He chose thee in the sweet heart of Jesus

Even before the foundation of this world was laid,

Which fell with Adam into the pains of death.


But Jesus Christ's Spirit gave thee new birth,

When you took the sign of the blood.

You are free as God's dear daughter

And bound in love with the rest of the pious.


Thus says the Lord, I gave myself for you,

To make thee pure through the sacrifice of my life

And holy. Lo, I am

With all my Father's love thine! -


Messiah will make the bride appear

In pure spotless glory.

He will embrace her with his arms

And sing with her in bliss!



V


Ah Mitka, before many pious women

You have found love in my heart.

The first moment that I behold thee,

Stigmatise me with wounds of torture.


I love you, love you like a sister

And beseech God, that in your existence

He guide you as the beautiful Esther 

And beseech: May Jesus' love be near to you!


I see in you no faults and no wrinkles

Nor blemish, nor dark spot.

In Mitka Messiah wants to shape himself

And cover her with his love's wings.


Blessed art thou before other women

With praise of thy blessedness!

Blessed Jesus, whom you may behold

In his love's delightful eternity!


O Virgin, who found God's grace,

By dear Jesus thou hast been enlightened:

He baptised thee in the pure bath of water,

Has moistened thee with the Spirit's anointing oil.


O mirror of thy soul: God's rest

In thy sky-blue floods of eyes.

In nights challenged, you could 

Overcome evil with good.


Thou hast slain the demon of thy waking nights,

With God's sword you smote the evil head.

Once you descended into the black pits of death

And come up with Jesus' last days!



VI


I greet you, Virgin full of grace,

God has called you to his heavenly kingdom!

In his protection and shelter no harm befalls you.

You sing praise before the steps of the white throne.


You said, I am the King's handmaid,

And let it be done to me according to His will. -

In Jesus' love thy life's purpose,

By which he measures thy blessedness.


The Holy Spirit has come upon you

With gifts of grace, O you who give!

Thou dear charming one with other pious virgins

On the joyful road walk!


You were completely open to the Lord's call,

O Mitka, when he softly went out to thee.

O beautiful bride to the beautiful morning star,

In thy temple seven spirits sang!


I would call thee bride of the Holy Spirit,

For thou liv'st in the spirit and full of the spirit.

The beautiful bride of Christ Jesus, it is said,

The Holy Spirit shows the true ways.


Grace, flowed over your mouth,

With that God has blessed you forever!

O Spirit, poured into the heart,

On a sore ground thy balm's blessing rains!


The love of God took shape in thee

And ever-loving Spirit‘s fresh youth,

And in thy spirit the Word's seed shoots

And in the soul virtue ready to die.


I praise you (if I may praise you):

You love God with all your heart!

(And if I praise a Virgin,

So her to glory! and to comfort my sorrows.)


The love of God has been poured out

In your heart by the Holy Spirit,

The charisma came flowing like oil,

That God's anointing of thy spirit is called.


He who abides in love abides in God,

And God abides in you full of the power of love.

Where love lives, God of love weaves,

And therefore he also gave thy vision to me.


O image of loving surrender 

To the dark and mysterious will!

She finds faith without sight of sense.

Praise I sing in the land of a still one.



VII


O sister of all who believe in Jesus,

O sister of all who build on Jesus,

O sister of all pure doves of God,

O sister of all pure women of God,


O sister of all who ask the Master,

O sister of all who keep his word,

O sister of all who suffer in the Lord,

O sister of all the redeemed multitudes,


O sister of all who come obediently,

O sister of all who bear the cross,

O sister of all the landless pious,

O sister of all who mourn to the Father,


O sister of all who die with Christ,

O sister of all who rise with Christ,

O sister of all who inherit heaven,

O sister of all, I want to see you again!



VIII


He who is close to Christ on the cross,

He also shares with Christ his sorrowful fate.

My God, why have you forsaken her? I pray.

I am bitter for the Virgin without blemish.


Martyrs and confessors

And wise virgins in witnessing

Are sisters to you in your heart within,

For Mitka, you live by the same power!


When in a quiet hour of time

With thy charism of faith you pray,

Then think of the brother's loneliness,

How you wafted into his dark soul...


O of the afflicted in the time of affliction

Dear sister of gentle smiling eyes!

Realise that the brothers in eternity

Are bent on the happiness of their souls!


Alas, all you who stood under the cross,

Who stood under the cross to die with Christ there!

Do you feel the pain? The Virgin full of charm

Seems terribly at the ruin of mercy!


In her suffering I can feel Christ,

As he is on the cross or her Saviour

In eternal life's eternal ways

In wondrous sweet May weather.


Let her distress go to my heart!

Let my soul feel Mitka's sorrow!

How shall I pray, Lord? Defeat death

And make this dear maiden blissful!


O Comforter, O Love, God's soul

Must be deeply touched by the Virgin's suffering.

She is as trembling as the tender bird!

Thou must, O God, avoid all her sufferings!


God said, O go, my son, to the wood of death

And through thy suffering and thy last act! -

Preserve Mitka, this earth's pride,

And turn all suffering into glory!


O to what can I compare thee, fair one?

And how can I comfort the Virgin, daughter of Zion?

Thy sorrow is more precious than all gold

To the creator of Pleiades and Orion.


In the face of black death I will

Keep for thee all my deepest hope.

In suffering show thyself willing to the cross,

And with thee stands Messiah, his arms open!



IX


O Virgin, the archetype of the church!

The Bridegroom loves thee with love fine

And will, after defeat of all enemies,

Thee woo as a dear little lamb.


You beautiful sister, timid, gentle, shy,

Whom Jesus the Messiah honours mildly,

Thou hast kept thee faithful to thy bridegroom

In faith and love and hope unharmed!


O Father, God! I thank thee from my heart,

That thou gavest the image of the Virgin Mitka!

You matured bliss in her pain,

Until thou dost refresh her with bliss!


I will stand with disciples and discipled 

Women united in prayer!

For Mitka lives in my heart within,

So that her life in me never fades.


Let us persevere in hope

The matter on the best, on the rock.

Who will so sweetly kiss the lips

And love the melting of that maiden's soul.


O dear Mitka, full of love,

Thou art to me Messiah's beloved bride.

And since the fate was clamouring on the stones,

I trusted in your God for you.


Glorious hope of reunion

In fair heaven under God's hand!

Hosts of heavenly ones like winds blowing

Mitka in the land of eternal love!




CANTO III


Talita kum!



In the eternal eons of God,

In the heavenly worlds of ideas

The idea of earth floats on wings

As a paradise of ideals,

Where the unborn souls live.

One of the unborn souls

Was the immaculate psyche Mitka:

Loving, being beautiful, so is her name.

When aeon after aeon silently

She read in the instruction of God

And in the spirit contemplated God's wisdom,

The Lord God sent her to earth,

That there she might be tried and contested

And be clothed with the flesh

Of a beautiful human daughter of Eve.

For, so the wise prudence would have it,

If she should pass the test of life,

She should return to heaven as a woman

And be deified by the Christ,

Her bridegroom, as a goddess of men!


So she was conceived in the womb

Of her mother, a woman of faith,

Who, carrying Mitka in her womb.

The Torah, the Prophets, the Psalter, the Wisdom

And the Gospels and Epistles read.

Thus instructed in the truth

Was Mitka in the pious womb.

But when she came out of her mother's womb

And looked at the light of the cosmos,

An angel gently struck her on the forehead

And all wisdom was forgotten

And sank into the dark unconscious.


But Mitka grew up and learnt 

The Gospel and Psalter diligently

And contemplated the doctrine of God

In the everlasting prayer.

She grew up beautifully, a lovely girl,

Golden hair fell on her shoulders,

Through the holy white silk

The virgin's breasts stood firm.

And there came a man who was a heathen,

Simon was his name, and he fell in love,

He fell in love with the beautiful maiden

And wooed her as a servant of love

And transfigured her maidenly beauty:

O beautiful Helen of Sparta!

Surely I am God's power of the spirit,

But thou art flesh of my flesh,

Carved from my left rib,

My wisdom, my bride-mate!

Now, when we are united in marriage,

Full of lust we consummate our intercourse,

We shall become as God and Goddess

In the One Eternal Absolute.


But Mitka thought with a shudder

Of the devotion of her virgin hymen,

Which she alone consecrated to the Creator.

To be and remain a pure virgin of God

Was the ideal in her soul.

And she saw in a dream vision

Christ, her bridegroom and king,

Who in a wide robe of light

Walked before her, pierced his feet

And pierced the hands, and from the heart

With the side wound light flowed,

White light and red light of love.

His long curls, dark curls

Flowed around the light, narrow face,

Whose eyes glowed with pity,

Tenderly smiling were his lips.


Christ called the beautiful Psyche Mitka,

Seven planetary realms

Upward soaring victoriously to penetrate,

Each sphere was guarded 

By a planetary astral siren,

Spirits who embodied the sins,

Seven sins, guilty of damnation,

Which Mitka, through prayer and suffering

And invocations of God's name

Overcame and beyond the sun flowed

Into the pure light world of Christ,

Where the Lord, the Bridegroom and King,

Gently laid his hands on her golden hair

And kissed the Virgin on her lips!

No, he did not do so to the other Christians,

Pious men were jealous.

But Mitka was the Lord's chosen one,

He poured into her heart the Wisdom of God!


Deeply shaken by the gift of wisdom,

She lived alone in the devotion of God.

Seven hours a day the Creator 

Called her to the contemplation of his throne

And to sanctify the name of God.

Five times a day the angels lifted her

Into the pure regions of ether light

And fed her with heavenly food.


One day, even before Simon

Led her to the marriage altar of earth,

To offer in sacrifice her virgin hymen,

To wed her to the spirit of the earth,

Suddenly God's angel of death struck her,

Because the Bridegroom and King Christ

Would preserve her from this world

And lead her home to the kingdom of heaven

To the marriage feast of the sacrificial lamb!


She walked through six celestial halls,

Which bore the names of planets.

Finally, in the seventh celestial hall

She lay worshipping on her face,

Mitka's Psyche before the Angel of God,

Metatron, the Angel of the Face.

But Metatron, the boy of God

And prince of Wisdom, said to Mitka,

Do not worship me, O handmaid of God,

For I too am but a slave of God,

To serve thee and the pious seers.


Metatron, angel of the face,

Led Mitka to the throne of God,

Which is filled with cherubs, seraphins,

Sons of God, bright morning stars

In the kingdom of heaven borne.

And the cherubs praised Wisdom

And the seraphins sang Love

And the sons of God, morning stars,

Rejoiced to the Creator, Eternal Father!

All the saints of the heavenly realms

And the angels and the gods sang

Their praise: Holy, holy, holy

Is the Lord God of the heavenly hosts!

And from the throne of God there came a sound

Like the sound of the sea, a voice

Of a mother full of longing for God,

And the voice of the throne's mother cried,

Lord, O Lord, O divinity full of beauty,

Come and sit enthroned in the bosom of the throne,

For I am ready to receive thee

In the glory of the womb,

For thou art the Lord, the Lord of hosts,

Yea, and I am the Glory of the kingdom!


Behold, Mitka saw, and what she beheld,

Was the revelation of Jesus Christ,

Who sat down in the throne of God!

Christ's luminous form as lightnings brighter

And as fire glowing and flaming

Was hardly to be seen in his glory.

But Mitka looked upon his face

And she saw the source of salvation,

Saw the blood, the crown of thorns,

Saw the thorny traces on his temples,

Saw the beautiful black curly hair

As tangled with blood and sweat and tears

And the nose full of the Spirit's breath

As if broken by the sinner's blows

And the eyes, full of God's terror,

Torn open, eyes full of mercy,

Eyes full of the love of God!


The form of Christ became invisible

By the radiance of the Glory of the Godhead,

Until the light of God's radiance was dimmed.

Behold, Mitka saw, and what she saw,

Was the creative Wisdom of God,

The creator of the primordial ideas,

Companion of the throne, Favourite of the Creator,

Motherly face of the Godhead,

God's daughter Hagia Sophia!

Full of Glory like a Goddess,

A Queen of the Kingdom of Heaven,

Clothed in the wings of the Spirit,

Put on the crown of all beauty,

Purely clothed in the radiance of God's light,

She revealed her face to Mitka,

Image of the face of God,

Light of light and divinity of divinity!


And the Hagia Sophia rustled

Like a song of love‘s praise

God of the redeemed Psyche Mitka,:

I, I am the revealed Godhead,

Be worship of the hidden Deity,

Deity whose name is ineffable,

Whose essence is eternally unfathomable

And with tongues of men and with tongues of angels

Never enough to praise with praise

Of astonished adoration full of reverence:

Holy, holy, holy is the Godhead,

Eternal and One, Absolute,

Only and Most High, Being of All Beings,

Of all beings, pure super-being,

Pure being, all and nothing, O ineffable!


But around the Psyche Mitka radiated

A mystery of God shone forth in love.

A divinity, ever formless,

Revealed itself to the spirit in form,

See, the Eternal Father was an old man,

Was an old man, an old man of days,

Enthroned on his jasper throne,

Spouting all around with myriad sparks,

Which all become worlds,

The snow-white hair of the old man shone,

Stars came out of it like lights,

Around his head the universes danced

And the suns came full of humility,

To bathe in the smile of Abba!


But behold, God the Everlasting Father

Spoke this word to Mitka full of love,

Open to me, O my beloved,

For my head is full of the dew of darkness,

Through the curls of my head drip

Tears night after night of love's longing!


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Metatron, angel of the face,

Led Mitka into the sphere of Venus,

There to her heavenly palace

In the Paradise of the Morning Star.

Angelic Intelligence of the Venus Sphere

Was the heavenly, the beautiful Charis.

But Metatron, the face‘s angel,

Spoke to Mitka-Psyche, My sister,

You shall be called sister of all angels,

Even of the angel in the sphere of Venus,

Thou shalt be called sister to the beautiful Charis,

Thou shalt be called Queen of Beauty,

Thou shalt be called Queen of Love!


Behold, Mitka-Psyche, goddess of men,

Reached out to a seer hermit

On earth, who saw her spiritually,

To give from the glory of heaven

Her magic girdle, which he girdled,

Chastely consecrated to the celibacy of wisdom.

The human goddess Mitka spoke to the seer,

Speak to the world, The Godhead is Caritas!