Only the man who in bravery, like a pilgrim in time, is steadfast in the wonder of seeking his salvation, embraces my God tightly and calms his heat, being a tender creature in his arms of love.

Of nights and dawns, her soul was full, always searching in the calm, for a motive that would bring new illusion to her life, as an exit door, that in the unreason she felt, in an absurd chimera that made her wound bleed.

In this way, despite the sad sorrows, amidst trials and vicissitudes, he acquired knowledge, thus redeeming the torment he lived through in his solitudes, which he filled, like seas, with tears and lamentations.

Poor is the human being when he lives in ignorance, giving the world a sense of prestige without paying attention to his brother; when he stretches out his hands in search of an alliance with him, in that inner longing for a distant kinship.

But a new dawn awaits him in certain Glory, making his ‘dead’ soul come to life again, for a love without measure, which he knew only in God. He fought and raised a banner against wind and storm, he sowed in a thousand places, ‘son of God’, he stood up, never finding a frontier to undo his plans.

And Heaven gave him, moreover, its great help, thus forging his fortune in a conscientious love; giving without measure all that he received from God, sowing peace and joy to all whom he could speak to. And to their souls he channelled, achieving night and day, that in sweet harmony they might share the Truth.

But when one day came to an end, his matter was prostrated, for there was no breath left to encourage him to go on. And the portent was made there, for that love he felt, and God opened his house for his eternal life.

Teresa of Jesus

Psychographed by Antonio Hernández Lozano