The Mystical Vine
A treatise on the Passion of Our Lord

Saint Bonaventure

Translated from the Latin by a Friar of S.S.F.
Edited by Matthew Dallman




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PROLOGUE

Come, Jesus, thou fruitful Vine! Thou art the tree of life, which stands in the midst of Paradise, whose leaves are for healing, and whose fruit bestows eternal life. How blessed is the blossom and the fruit borne by that happy stock[1], the Virgin Mother most chaste!

Apart from thee there is no wisdom, for thou art the wisdom of the eternal Father. Do thou deign to refresh my parched and drooping mind with the bread of understanding and the water of wisdom[2]. When thou openest, Key of David, all that is now hidden from me will be revealed. When thou shinest, true Light, all that is dark in my mind will be dispersed

1. This is a reference to Aaron’s blossoming rod of Numbers 17:8, where the word in Latin is virga, so making a play on the words.
2. Cf. Sirach 15:3.


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