Morena’s Reviews > Medieval German Lyric Verse in English Translation > Status Update

When you bore the child you were undefiled, pure, as was God's plan, untouched by any man. Who thinks that such a thing cannot be true should look upon the glass, that's so like you. The beams of sunlight penetrate the glass and gleam and grow more radiant as they pass, through the glass into the house they flow and drive away the darkness as they go.