Therefore, I weep with sorrow before you. For in my nature, I am unstable because I am caught in the winepress, that tree rooted in Adam by the devil’s deceit which brought about his exile into this wayward world. Yet, now, rising up, I run to you. And I say to you: You are not inconstant,but are always lifting up up the tree/ a victor in your spirit lifting up not only yourself but also the whole world unto salvation. You are indeed the eagle gazing directly at the sun.
The Letters of Hildegard Bingen Vol. I