Summary: There was nothing in the Virgin’s soul that belonged to the Virgin– no word, no thought, no image, no intent. She was a pure, transparent pool reflecting God, only God. She held His burnished day; she held His night of planet-glow or shade inscrutable. God was her sky and she who mirrored Him became His firmament. When I so much as turn my thoughts toward her my spirit is enisled in her repose. And when I gaze into her selfless depths an anguish in me grows to hold such blueness and to hold such fire. I pray to hollow out my earth and be filled with these waters of transparency. I think that one could die of this desire, seeing oneself dry earth or stubborn sod. Oh, to become a pure pool like the Virgin, water that lost the semblances of water and was a sky like God. – Sister Miriam of the Holy Spirit (Jessica Powers)
