Teresa de Jesus: "I will just say this"

 

We

bloomed in Spring.

Our bodies

are the leaves of God.

The apparent seasons of life and death

our eyes can suffer;

but our souls, dear, I will just say this forthright:

they are God

Himself,

we will never perish

unless He

 does.

 

Love Poems From GOD

God Above All

 

Saint Bonaventure

Hi Saint Bonaventure can I give you a hug?

🔷⚜️🔷

Angeles

 

Crónicas de un Tercio Viejo

With Thee

CXIII

 

The Song of Songs

Awake north wind and come south wind! 

Blow on my garden that its fragrance

spread everywhere. Let my beloved 

come into his garden and taste

its finest fruit.

Petrarch

 

I saw the tracks of Angels in the earth.

The beauty of heaven walking

by itself

on the world.

Al Santisimo Sacramento