I was born for you;
what do you want of me, dear?
Look at all that has come from your wish:
the forests, the streams, the mountains
the fields, every creature:
are these not your playmates?
Do we give you comfort, God,
in Eternity?
We were born for You;
don’t be shy.
Beloved.
Just tell us what You want
but in a language
that makes us
smile.
—St Theresa of Avila
