(Interior Castle, book V: chapter 1-2)
"Draw me after you, let us make haste.
The king has brought me into his chambers.
We will exult and rejoice in you; we will
extol your love more than wine; rightly do
they love you." (1)
The Fifth Rooms
In the fifth rooms, the maiden spins
A silk cocoon in which to die.
This fat silkworm, ugly with sins,
Enclosed with hope that she will fly.
In her Cocoon, the worm's transformed
By grace to a white butterfly!
Her fat is gone; her wings have formed
With strength to soar in heaven's sky.
Her former ways, like heavy leaves,
Replaced with the nectar of prayer;
Thoughts of its frail, slow crawl now
This newborn creature of the air.
With wings, in her exile, she stays;
Yearning to soar in heaven's rays.
May the Lord draw us into His chamber
help us to prepare to receive His seal.
He transform us in preparation for
of His will which He has in mind for
(1) Song of Songs 1:4
(c) Paul Buis, 2002