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John of the Cross

Scribo ergo sum; I do not write

To please you reader, thoughI trust you might

Accept these lines which fought their way to light.

Scribo ergo sum.

For words are all I have to pass to you

Who cannot see into my muted soul

To touch the points which ravish every part

Of it, when I, in silence, contemplate the whole

Created world, down to its beating heart

Where love forever blind is ever true.

Scribo ergo sum.

Brian Hick 2011

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