Julian had this vision, like her others, during the receipt of the Last Rites.
Living at the time of the Black Death, the worst century in recorded history, one of horror, fear and recrimination, she found herself unable to see God as a wrathful avenger. Instead her writings are steeped in awareness of His boundless compassion.
Julian rose in her mind to Heaven,
seeing our Lord as a lord in his own house
calling dear servants and friends to a stately feast;
taking no place at the table
yet reigning royally,
filling it with joy and mirth,
solacing his dear friends;
a song of endless love.
An image of the Godhead
filling the heavens with joy and bliss.
Bliss of worshipful thanks for freedom from pain
for all who love God,
known in Earth,
seen in Heaven,
from the first day they loved God