Thank you my Lord, for your love has flooded me, and my soul has been inflamed with light and salvation. The trials that in this life chain us to pain, will make the soul in its sorrows sigh for the departure, which in you shows itself surrendered, liberated in its condemnation, which century by century felt like a battered symphony, losing its course in its days covered in a black veil, making it die, in clumsy and slow agony.

Cruel torture that fate, in the tormented night, would not even let her rest, being prey to a sudden mad love that enslaved the world. But suddenly, the propitious moment presented itself, and her spirit was impelled, gaining strength in her breath, and in deep repentance she rose in prayer:

Forgive me, O Lord, and grant that this soul, for ever surrendered, may be held in your affection and love. Give me a new opportunity to heal my wound, overcoming life, enduring in pain, until I return, my God, being already a simple soul, created in the wonder of your wonder of love.

Teresa of Jesus

Psychographed by Antonio Hernández Lozano