Dr. Antony Theodore
The Passion Of The Mystic - Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore
The language of the mystics
with which they try to describe
the splendours of their love,
forces upon the unprejudiced reader,
the conviction that they are dealing
with an ardour far more burning
for an object far more real.
St. John of the Cross’s finite passions
are but the feeble images
of his infinite one.
Only this mystic passion
can lead us from our prison.
The desire of knowledge
may enlarge one’s vision
and help one to get out of the prison,
but it can never unlock the doors.
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