If each person is like an iceberg, with 90% hidden beneath the surface, we have to decide whether we will only notice playful surface images, or peer more profoundly, helped by faith, into our buried and still unhealed depths. How important is it to us to encounter the real self, the life that is ours because it is given by God? We assume that our pleasant opinions of how homely and friendly we are can float reliably across any flow of social encounters ahead. Jacopone’s experience taught him differently. So he challenges his own soul to be honest about itself.
“Galieno, Avicenna, Hippocrates
Never understood how the ills of the body
Are linked to those of the soul.
They meet head on in anger
And create such a turbulence
That I wish I had never been born!
Up with you, accursed one, no more delays!
Our sins are inscribed on our foreheads;
What we thought we did alone,
In the privacy of our chamber,
Will now be displayed for all to see.” (Laud 15)
The thought of how God judges his life, and weighs up the love he has shared or held back runs underneath this poem. He admits his soul’s twists and turns, imagining, rationalising and quick, careless decisions, are unbeneficial. The heart, the meeting point of body and soul, cannot keep the two in harmony. Outbursts of passion or dislike begun in the body prove too much for the badly tutored soul to manage.