The voice of Christ to the soul:
Look upon me, my dove, at who I am: I am Jesus, your dulcet friend. Open to me the penetralia of your heart.
I am, indeed, from the land of angels, an exemplar fo radiance.
I am myself the splendor of the divine sun.
I am the most fulgent spring day, the only one that grows ever bright and knows no waning. The majesty of my superessential glory whose extent is measured only by eternity, fills heaven and earth. Only I wear on my head the imperial diadem of my glorious deity. I bear the garland of my rose-colored blood, which I spilled for you. Neither above nor below the sun is there anything like me. At the gesture of my hand, lily-white choruses of virgins come forth. And I go before them in the chorus of eternal life, in the delights of my divinity. I refresh them with hte pleasant fruition of spring-like merriment. Nevertheless, I do not scorn to lower my eyes to the valley where I can gather violets that are without spots...
What I am by nature she herself will become by grace. I will wind my arms of love around her, drawing her close to the very heart of my deity in order that, by virtue of my burning love, she will melt like wax before the fire. My beloved dove, if you want to be mine, you need to cherish me dulcetly, wisely, and strongly, and to be capable of experiencing all this pleasantly in yourself.
Love arouses the soul:
Ah! Wake up, o soul! How long will you sleep? Hear the word that I announce to you. Above the heavens there is a king who is held by desire for you. He loves you with his whole heart, and he loves beyond measure.
