Bernard

Let him kiss me with the kiss of his mouth, he whom I must love but for himself, for whom I leave the north, east, west, and south to seek him ever more within myself. Let the world have all itself—it is enough for me, this chapel floor to kneel upon. Such is the ground of ecstasy, of love, of nights of joy too soon dispelled by dawn. For there the barren stones with orchards bloom, and…