<p><strong>Saint John of the Cross</strong>&nbsp; <br />On that glad night, in secret, for no one saw me, nor did I look at anything,<br />with no other light or guide than the one that burned in my heart.<br />This guided me more surely than the light of noon to where he was awaiting me<br />- him I knew so well - there in a place where no one appeared.&nbsp; </p>
<p><em>– Poem by Saint John of the Cross</em></p>