Sunday, May 31 : Saint John of the Cross
For I know well the spring that flows and runs,
Although it is night. That eternal spring is hidden,
For I know well where it has its rise,
Although it is night. I do not know its origin, for it hasn’t one,
But I know that every origin has come from it,
Although it is night. I know that nothing else is so beautiful,
And that the heavens and the earth drink there
Although it is night. I know well that it is bottomless
And that no one is able to cross it
Although it is night. Its clarity is never darkened,
And I know that every light has come from it
Although it is night. I know that its streams are so brimming
They water the lands of hell, the heavens, and earth,
Although it is night. I know well the stream that flows from this spring
Is mighty in compass and power,
Although it is night. I know that the stream proceeding from these two
Is preceded by neither of them,
Although it is night. This eternal spring is hidden
In this living bread for our life’s sake,
Although it is night. It is here to call to creatures: and they
Are filled with this water, although in darkness,
Because it is night. This living spring which I long for,
I see in this bread of life,
Although it is night.
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