I am my beloved's and my Beloved is mine.
~ Canticle 2:16
Today is the Feast of Saint John of the Cross, by far one of my favorite saints. His biography is incredible and his poetry breathtaking. Read the full text of The Spiritual Canticle.
Bride
Where have you hidden,
Beloved, and left me moaning?
You fled like the stag
after wounding me;
I went out calling you, but you were gone.
Shepherds, you who go
up through the sheepfolds to the hill,
if by chance you see
him I love most,
tell him I am sick, I suffer, and I die.
Bridegroom
Return, dove,
the wounded stag
is in sight on the hill,
cooled by the breeze of your flight.
Happy Feast Day!
Oremus pro invicem,
Mikaela
2 comments:
Wasn't there some line about towers?
Perhaps you are thinking of the Song of Songs 4:4 - "Thy neck, is as the tower of David, which is built with bulwarks: a thousand bucklers hang upon it, all the armour of valiant men." St. John's Spiritual Canticle is of course based on the Song of Songs, but he does not follow it verbatim.
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