! Who Can Weigh Love?

Light. Lightness. Light-heartedness. Who can measure their measureless weight? On the kitchen scales, we balance weight against weight; but how different the substances - on the one scale, iron weights with their iron discipline maintain like monks and nuns their constancy; on the other scale, perhaps fine flour, poured as bakers recommend, from a height to catch the air between the grains; a foretaste of that greater levity that yeast will bring; Lorenzo de’ Medici, praising publicly his tutor, Marsilio Ficino, said of him, that one thing in him which he loved was that in his speech, gravity was mixed with levity, and levity, with gravity; what then, of our substance? In the lightness of our being, then how bright the light! And in the dark and heavy days, what lightness of the light may lurk in melancholia – a yeast of wisdom yet to act? And then – there’s love…its golden weightiness so full of light; and hammered out and spread, the brighter then…oh, who can measure out the lightness, brightness, of our joy? What golden scales of justice, mercy, grace, may weigh the shining of a shining face?