For summer time I thought to present to you a poem from Teresa of Avila, a beautiful poem that can bring us to a prayer of thanks.
In the hands of God. 
- "I am yours, I was born for
you,
What do you want of me?
(….)
I am yours, since you are my creator,
Yours, because you redeemed me,
Yours, because you endured me,
Yours, because you called me,
Yours, because you were patient with me,
Yours, because I did not fall,
What do you want of me?
(…)
This is my heart,
On the palm of your hand I put it,
My body, my life and my soul,
My inner most feelings;
Tender spouse, my redemption
Because I offered myself to you,
What do you want of me?- Give me death, give me life,
Give me health or sickness,
Honor or dishonor,
Give me war or extreme peace,
Weakness or full strength,
Because I say yes to every thing,
What do you want of me?- Give me wealth or poverty,
Give me comfort or discomfort,
Give me joy or sorrow,
Give me hell, or give me heaven,
Sweet life, sun unveiled,
Because I gave up all,
What do you want of me?- If you want me to rest,
By love I will rest,
If you want me to work,
I will die working,
Tell me where, how and when?
Tell me sweet love, tell me.
What do you want of me?
(….)
That I keep silent or that I speak,
That I am useful or not,
That the Law exhibits my wound,
That I rejoice of the sweet Gospel;
That I feel troubled or delighted,
I live for You only.
What do you want of me?- I belong to You, I was born for You,
What do you want of me?
