Ours is not a mystical age
Having eaten all our judgements
We've run out of guilt and shame
We keep wanting to turn the page
And put an end to suffering
But on the feast of St. John of the Cross
We're reminded of its purpose
To see visions and to hear voices
Don't be afraid it's me
But who today wants to see
What John and Teresa saw
When they sat in the fire's light
And shared their stories
Of the soul's dark night
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