In the inner wine cellar
I drank of my Beloved, when I went abroad
Through all this valley
I no longer know anything,
And lost the herd that I was following.
Now I occupy my soul
And all my energy in his service;
I no longer tend to the herd,
Nor have I any work
Now that my every act is LOVE.
Saint John of the Cross
Spiritual Canticle
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I drank of my Beloved, when I went abroad
Through all this valley
I no longer know anything,
And lost the herd that I was following.
Now I occupy my soul
And all my energy in his service;
I no longer tend to the herd,
Nor have I any work
Now that my every act is LOVE.
Saint John of the Cross
Spiritual Canticle
T
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