Glory
The ascetic lives subjugated by a funeral image. He applies himself to discerning the matter of salvation and doubts he will grasp the doctrine of grace. He forgets his custom of producing seraphic hymns.
He loses himself in the contemplation of the crucifix with a desperate semblance and reaches the sidereal limit of sanctity. Albrecht Dürer could assign him, as a student, the lion of Saint Jerome.
The ascetic repulses the ghosts of fear. He abandons the bed of pebbles, in the sepulchral night, and turns to a voice emitted in the portico of his home. He represses a demon with the head of an ass.
The ascetic divines the terminus of his fatigues and the success of his terrestrial journey in a vision from his matutinal sleep. The Virgin Mary, refuge of the penitents and relief for morbid consciences, spreads from her lap the violet, the amaranth and the silver iris, recompense of the mystical troubadours.
El cielo de esmalte (1929)
{ José Antonio Ramos Sucre, Obra completa, Caracas: Biblioteca Ayacucho, 1989 }
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