These are my sayings from The Collected Works of St John of The Cross, trans. Kieran Kavanaugh, OCD & Otilio Rodriguez, OCD, rev. ed. (1991). Peace be with you.
(This acct is being archived. A parting prayer from St. John, appropriate for an age of distraction and social media:)
O Blessed Jesus,
give me stillness of soul in You.
Let Your mighty calmness reign in me.
Rule me, O King of Gentleness,
King of Peace.
So the bride at her betrothal Did the bridal gifts arrange ; But the Mother looked in wonder At the marvellous exchange.
Man gave forth a song of gladness, God Himself a plaintive moan ; Both possessing that which never Had been hitherto their own.
Now at last the destined ages Their appointed course had run, When rejoicing from His chamber Issued forth the Bridegroom Son. He embraced His bride, and held her Lovingly upon His breast, And the gracious Mother laid Him In the manger down to rest.
There He lay, the dumb beasts by Him, They were fitly stabled there, While the shepherds and the angels Filled with melody the air. So the feast of their espousals With solemnity was kept ; But Almighty God, an Infant, In the manger moaned and wept.
A bird caught in a birdlime has a twofold task: It must free itself and cleanse itself. And by satisfying their appetites, people suffer in a twofold way: they must detach themselves and, after being detached, clean themselves of what has clung to them.
The Lord has always revealed to mortals the treasures of his wisdom and his spirit, but now that the face of evil bares itself more and more, so does the Lord bare his treasures more.
The soul's center is God. When it has reached God with all the capacity of its being and the strength of its operation and inclination, it will have attained its final and deepest center in God, it will know, love, and enjoy God with all its might.
The reason why the soul not only travels securely when it thus travels in the dark, but makes even greater progress, is this: In general the soul makes greater progress when it least thinks so, yea, most frequently when it imagines that it is losing.
The virtuous soul that is alone and without a master is like a lone burning coal; it will grow colder rather than hotter. Those who fall alone remain alone in their fall, and they value their souls little since they entrust it to themselves alone.