I am the vine, you are
the branches. You have blossomed forth
from me. Are you then surprised if a
drop of my Heart’s blood trickles into your every thought and deed? Are you surprised if the thoughts of my Heart
quickly infiltrate your worldly heart?
If a whispering takes wing in you and day and night you perceive a low,
beckoning call? To a love that wants to
suffer, to a love that, together with mine, redeems?
--Hans Urs von Balthasar, Heart of the World
Quote source: Hans Urs van Balthasar, Heart of the World (p.80)
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