Sing the song of the soul that rejoices

In knowing God through faith, not sight

For I know well the spring that flows

And runs, although it is night.

That eternal spring is hidden,

I know where it has its rise,

I do not know its origin,

ItÝ cannot be seen with eyes

But I know that every origin

In this stream has found its birth

And nothing else is so beautiful,

Drink there oh heavens and earth !

I know well that it is bottomless

None are able to cross , not one

Its clarity is never darkened,

Every light from it has come

I know that its streams areÝ brimming

They water the lands of hell,

Below above and in between

the heavens, and earth as well

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This eternal spring is hidden

With in the living bread

It floweth for our life's sake

And from it we are fed.

It is calling out to creatures;

And their thirst is satisfied

Although they drink in darkness,

The Living water is supplied.

After John of the Cross

Anthony Foster February 9, 2005

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