Let the ears of my heart move close to Your lips and let me listen to you, who are the Truth, so that you may tell me why tears are sweet to the sorrowful.
How can it be that there is sweetness in the fruit we pluck from the bitter crop of life?
For wherever the soul of man may turn, unless it turns to You, it clasps sorrow. Even though it clings to things of beauty, if their beauty is outside God and outside the soul, it clings only to sorrow.
Now, at last, tired of being misled, entrust to the Truth all that the Truth has given you and nothing will be lost. All that is withered in you will be made to thrive again.
My soul, why do you face about and follow the lead of the flesh? Turn forward, and let it follow you!