Saint Teresa of Jesus
This present life we live, she said
A darkness at a lousy inn –
Have you no patience then?
Bedbugs scuttle in the bed,
God send us the morning sun –
When is dawn? This night is long
Just one night, a restless dream,
It will be shorter than it seems
And then depart, be strong
Wake up, the landlord at the door
Brings messages of joy and peace,
Arise, the dark has ceased!
Waiting at the open gate
The horses of the morning wait –
Rejoice! You are released!
Horses of the morning pull,
The table of the saints is full
And on the morning light they feast
July 14, 2011