mediating

"My beloved, (my Bridegroom and yours), is often thought of as a mediator, as if we need someone to make our case to his terrible god, to stand between divine wrath and human wickedness. Why not imagine instead a tree, mediating earth and sky? The roots know the mystery of the depths, the dark, the taste of earth and the leaves know the mystery of the heights, the light, the tast of sun. Both are good. In the heart of the tree, where Isis found Osiris, the mysteries meet. They meet in your heart too.

We are all mediators of divine and human nature. As we drank and danced and embraced at the wedding, we glimpsed each other's radiance, saw our own reflected. The next day, remarkably rested and fit, considering, we saw our differences again, our annoying traits, our conflicting wills. But I am not here to condemn human nature or to exalt the divine. It's all good, the grit in the oyster, the stone in the shoe. Stop to shake out the stone. Take a moment to wonder at this place you find yourself: between earth and sky."

Elizabeth Cunningham. The Passion of Mary Magdalene. Rhinebeck, NY: Monkfish Book Publishing Company. 2006.
p.451.