Arriving on the island at the base of Mt. Purgatory:
"Around this little island at the base,
down there, just where the waves break on the shore,
you will find rushes growing in soft sand.
No other plant producing leaves or stalk
that hardens could survive in such a place--
only the reeds that yield to buffeting."
--Dante, Purgatorio, Canto I
We read this again in class today and it really struck me as beautiful. Only the flexible-stemed reeds can survive the abuse of the waves. Isn't that a beautiful picture of submission to God's will? So often we want to be rigid and insist on our way-- but the rigid plant would break. May I be like the reed, content with the Lord's plan, trusting in His ways completely.
"A bruised reed shall he not break, and the smoking flax shall he not quench: he shall bring forth judgment unto truth." Isaiah 42:3
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