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Thursday, August 14, 2025

Patron Saint of Poets

 Half an hour reading the first nine chapters of the Dark Night of the Soul would make it clear why the time always comes for the beginner to move forward into mystical prayers.  It could be a life-changing half hour for anyone ready for real spiritual development. Unless, that is, you're me. The first nine chapters told me that I'm not ready to read mystical, arcane, complex thoughts and expressions. St. John of the Cross and I are centuries apart.


Perhaps, David Torkington can explain mysticism.



Saint John of the Cross,
by Zurbarán



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