They can be like the sun, words. They can do for the heart what light can for a field. - John of the Cross

Upon my flowery breast Kept wholly for Himself alone There He stayed sleeping And I caressed Him And the fanning of the cedars made a breeze. The breeze blew from the turret as I parted His locks. With His gentle hand He wounded my neck And caused all my senses to be suspended.

His axiom is that the soul must empty itself of self in order to be filled with God, that it must be purified of the last traces of earthly dross before it is fit to become united with God.

In the twilight of life, God will not judge us on our earthly possessions and human successes, but on how well we have loved.