"She lived in solitude,
and now in solitude
has built her nest;
and in solitude,
He guides her...
He alone,
who also bears
in solitude,
the wound
of love."
St. John of The Cross
Wednesday, October 1, 2014
The window of her cell was open...
"During Matins I saw the stars twinkling, and then I heard the Divine Office, and this pleased me."
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