O Lamps of Fire!
In whose splendors
The deep caverns of feeling,
Once obscure and blind,
Now give forth, so rarely, so exquisitely,
Both warmth and light to their beloved.
How gently and lovingly
You wake in my heart,
Where in secret you dwell alone;
And in your sweet breathing,
Filled with Good and Glory,
How tenderly you swell my heart with love.
— From John of the Cross, Saint, Doctor of the Church, Spanish church reformer and mystic (c. 1580).