O, you gentle touch, Word, Son of God, who gently penetrate the essence of my soul with the tenderness of your divine being, and when you touch it all gently, you immerse it entirely in yourself into the divine ways of delights and pleasures, of which there has never been heard in Canaan, and could not be seen in Teman! O, powerful and very gentle touch of the Word, all the more significant to me, since you have crossed mountains and shattered rocks on Mount Horeb with the shadow of your power and strength that preceded you, and you let yourself be sweetly and profoundly felt by the prophet in the gentle whisper of a breeze! O, gentle breeze! When you are so gentle and tender, tell me: How can you, Word, Son of God, touch so gently and tenderly when you are so terrible and mighty?
(John of the Cross, Living Flame of Love 2,17)
