Sunday, August 28, 2011




I was born for you;
what do you want of me, dear?

Look at all that has come from your wish:
the forests, the streams, the mountains,
the fields, every creature:
are these not your
playmates?

Do we give you comfort, God,
in Eternity?

We were born for you; don't be shy, Beloved.
Just tell us what you want

But in a language
that makes us
smile.

-- "Your Playmates" -- Santa Teresa de Ávila

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