John of the Cross, interlude on Creation

You can find the entire poem here

The Creation

My Son, it is my wish to give you
A bride for you to love,
Who through your worth will well
deserve
To live as our companion,

And eat her bread at our table.
The bread on which I fare;
That she may know in such a Son
The wealth of good I bear;
And she will join with me in praising
Your grace and glowing splendour.

I am deeply grateful, Father,
The Son said in reply,
And to the bride you give me
I will add my clarity.

That with its light my Father’s worth
By her may be perceived,
And how this nature I possess
Was from His own received.

And I shall hold her in my arms,
To burn there in your love,
And she will glorify your

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