Oh, living flame of love that tenderly woundest my soul in its deepest centre,
Since thou art no longer oppressive, perfect me now if it be thy will, break the web of this sweet encounter.

Oh, sweet burn! Oh, delectable wound! Oh, soft hand! Oh, delicate touch,
That savors of eternal life and pays every debt! In slaying, thou hast changed death into life.

Oh, lamps of fire, in whose splendours the deep caverns of sense which were dark and blind,
With strange brightness give heat and light together to their Beloved!

How gently and lovingly thou awakest in my bosom, where thou dwellest secretly and alone!
And in thy sweet breathing, full of blessing and glory, how delicate thou inspirest my love!

St John of the Cross ‘Living Flame of Love’

St John of the Cross. Euclid, Ohio.