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Poetry of Teresa of Avila

In weeping be my joy
My rest in fright,
In sorrowing my serenity,
My wealth in losing all.
Amid storms be my love,
In the wound my delight,
My life in death,
In rejection my favor.
In poverty be my riches,
My triumph in struggling,
Rest in laboring,
In sadness my contentment.
In darkness be my light,
My greatness in the lowly places,
My way on the short road,
In the cross my glory.
In humiliation be my honor,
My palm in suffering
Increase in my wanting
In losing my gain....
And should by chance you do not know
Where to find Me,
Do not go here and there;
But if you wish to find Me,
In yourself see Me.
Soul, since you are My room,
My house and dwelling,
If at any time,
Through your distracted ways
I find the door tightly closed,
Outside of yourself seek Me not,
To find Me it will be
Enough only to call Me,
Then quickly will I come,
And in yourself see Me.
Let nothing disturb thee,
Nothing affright thee
All things are passing;
God never changeth;
Patient endurance
Attaineth to all things;
Who God possesseth
In nothing is wanting;
Alone God sufficeth.

Experience the mystery...

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