Love opened your door
To renewal
And yet you climbed into prison
Dark and alone
Your vision rejected
Tossed away
Like a meaningless irruption
A naked truth
Seared into staleness
With rustic charm
And purities’ coarse belief
That shoeless renewal
Should rock the earth
Love fills the night
Love remains to give
Action to inspiration.
St. John of the Cross
BY
Rosemary T. McAuley, OCDS, holds a PhD in Theology and Religious Studies from the University of Glasgow, as well as an MA in History of Art and an MTh in research on the mysticism of William Sharp and its connections to Spanish Carmelite spirituality. She has taught art, published several books of mystical poetry, and is also a Christian artist. Her latest book is ‘A Brush with Belief’. More about her work can be found at rosemarytmcauley.com.