St John of the Cross
You let my sufferings ce a se, for the re w a s no one who could cure the m. Now let my eyes behold your f a ce for you a re our only love. My spirit’s body is r is ing ne a r – th is earth a bow th a t shot me; now lift me into your a rms a s something precious th a t you dropped. My only suffering, from th is d a y forth, will be your divine be a uty, a nd you will const a ntly cure my blessed sight e a ch time you bring your f a ce so ne a r to mine a nd c a ll me bride. Do not be s a d, my... Sign in to see full entry.