From the eternal counsel
a power falls onto the tree and on the water
there behind us. By it am I made so thin.
All these people who weep while they are singing
followed their appetites beyond all measure,
and here regain, in thirst and hunger, holiness.
The fragrance coming from the fruit
and from the water sprinkled on green boughs
kindles our craving to eat and drink,
‘and not once only, circling in this space,
is our pain renewed.
I speak of pain but should say solace,
‘for the same desire leads us to the trees
that led Christ to utter Eli with such bliss
when with the blood from His own veins He made us free.