Song to the creator

You, all-accomplishing

Word of the Father
are the light of primordial
daybreak over the spheres.

You, the foreknowing
mind of divinity,
foresaw all your works
as you willed them,
your prescience hidden
in the heart of your power,
your power like a wheel around the world,
whose circling never began
and never slides to an end.

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- Hildegard of Bingen

- (Tr. Barbara Newman)

From: Symphonia: a critical edition of the Symphonia armonie celestium revelationum

Also in:  Women in Praise of the Sacred: Ed Jane Hirshfield

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