St John of the Cross - This Earth is a Bow
THE EARTH IS A BOW You let my sufferings cease, for there was no one who could cure them. Now let my eyes behold your face for you are our only love. My spirit's body is rising near--this earth a bow that shot me; now lift me into your arms as something preceious that you dropped. My only suffering, from this day forth, will be your divine beauty, and you will constantly cure my blessed sight each time you bring your face so near to mine and call me bride. Do not be sad, my old fiends; look,... Sign in to see full entry.