The Sky's Sheets
by Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
When He touches me I clutch the sky's sheets,
the way other
lovers
do
the earth's weave
of clay.
Any real ecstasy is a sign
you are moving
in the right
direction,
don't let any prude tell
you otherwise.
by Teresa of Avila (1515-1582)
When He touches me I clutch the sky's sheets,
the way other
lovers
do
the earth's weave
of clay.
Any real ecstasy is a sign
you are moving
in the right
direction,
don't let any prude tell
you otherwise.
—translated by Daniel Ladinsky
Love Poems from God:
Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West
(contributed by Wendiferous)
Love Poems from God:
Twelve Sacred Voices from the East and West
(contributed by Wendiferous)
And so it is.
Blessèd Be.