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How the Soul Through the Senses Finds God in All Creatures
O Love, divine Love, why do You lay siege to me? In a frenzy of love for me, You find no rest.
From five sides You move against me, Hearing, sight, taste, touch, and scent. To come out is to be caught; I cannot hide from You.
If I come out through sight I see Love Painted in every form and color, Inviting me to come to You, to dwell in You.
If I leave through the door of hearing, What I hear points only to You, Lord; I cannot escape Love through this gage.
If I come out through taste, every flavor proclaims: "Love, divine Love, hungering Love! You have caught me on Your hook, for you want to reign in me."
If I leave through the door of scent I sense You in all creation; You have caught me And wounded me through that fragrance.
If I come out through the sense of touch I find Your lineaments in every creature; To try to flee from You is madness.
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