My Beloved, the mountains,
and lonely wooded valleys,
strange islands,
and resounding rivers,
the whistling of love-stirring breezes,the tranquil night
Saint John of the Cross
at the time of the rising dawn,
silent music,
sounding solitude,
the supper that refreshes, and deepens love.
The Spiritual Canticle
Stanzas 14, 15
John of the Cross, St. 1991, The Collected Works of St. John of the Cross, Revised Edition, translated from the Spanish by Kavanaugh, K and Rodriguez, O with revisions and introductions by Kavanaugh, K, ICS Publications, Washington DC.
Really sublime, delightful, as one would expect. My old Formator said to begin with his poetry. I still love it now.
It is truly a balm to the soul.