Her beatitude leant forward to her, as if to embrace. The rich presence enveloped her; out of a broken and contrite heart she sighed with joy. On the inhaled breath her splendour glowed again; on the exhaled it passed. She stood alone, at peace. Dawn was in the air; ecce omnia nova facio.

Charles Williams, Descent Into Hell [Bookshop, Amazon, Publisher]

Hermetic quote Williams Descent into Hell beatitude embrace presence joy splendour peace dawn