St. Theresa writes about the state of desolation: „As long as this pain lasts, it is impossible for the soul to think of anything that has to do with her own being: from the first instant all her faculties are suspended as far as this world is concerned, and they only preserve their activity in order to increase her martyrdom…..
This i repeat is an entrancement of the senses and the faculties….For the understanding perceives very clearly why the soul is in affliction, far from her God…. The pain thus grows to such a degree of intensity that in spite of oneself one cries aloud… this is not a pain which is felt in the body, but in the depths of the soul" (The interior castle, trans. of El Castillo Interior, Moradas Sextas, Chp. Xi)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
- - - The pain thus grows to such a degree of intensity that in spite of oneself one cries aloud… this is not a pain which is felt in the body, but in the depths of the soul- - - Exquisitely written about Pain and Desolation. Many readers could very well associate to this poem, especially the lines quoted here. Thanks for putting real feelings into words. Words that paints the exact picture of what one feels deep within at some point. Thanks for sharing......... A wonderful write in deed.