Jützi Sckultheiss
TÖSS, 1300
[Jützi Schultheiss, a medieval Mystic, loses her gifts of trance and vision, because in a moment of anger she refuses to pray for some turbulent knights.]
The gift of God was mine; I lost
For aye the gift of Pentecost.
I never knew why God bestowed
On me the vision and the load;
But what He wills I have no will
To question, blindly following still
The hand that even from my birth
Hath shown me Heaven, forbidding Earth.
I was a child when first I drew
In sight of God; a subtle, new.
Faint happiness had drawn about
My soul, and shut the whole earth out.
Yet I was sick. I lay in bed
So weak I could not lift my head—
So weak, and yet so quite at rest.
Pillowed upon my Saviour's breast
I smiled ; and suddenly I felt
Great wings encompass me, and dwelt
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