I like the structure of this book for a daily devotional. Its divided into 30 small sections, one for each day. Each day starts with a prayer-poem for you to begin the day with; then you get a 1-2 line sentence to repeat throughout the day, followed by another prayer-poem for evening. Really convenient.
My only complaint is that the prayer-poems make for bad poetry. I don't know if they were originally poems in Teresa's writing, but in this english form, they don't feel right.
That being said, it's Teresa of Avila, so the content is great. Here's one of the sections, day seventeen:
MY DAY BEGINS
How is it, O God,
that even when we are determined to love you,
we do not rise immediately
to the perfect love that is our goal?
It is because while we think
we are surrendering all to God,
we are in fact giving up
only the profits of our endeavors,
the extras,
what is left over from our daily needs.
We keep ownership of the land itself.
We resolve to become poor,
and it is a great thing to do.
But we take great care never to be in want,
not just of what is necessary,
but of what is superfluous.
We give up our search for honor.
But the moment our honor is in danger,
we forget that we have given it to God.
We would take back our gift,
snatching it, as it were,
from the hands of the one to home we claim
to have surrendered our will.
So it is in so many things.
In everything
we look for pleasant ways of serving God.
And because we do not give up ourselves
wholly and at once,
so the treasure of God's gifts to us
are not given at once.
Heavenly Father,
even as we measure out our lives to you
a bit at a time,
we must be content
to receive your gifts drop by drop,
until we have surrendered our lives wholly to you.
ALL THROUGH THE DAY
Patience gains all things.
MY DAY IS ENDING
Let nothing, O Lord,
disturb the silence of this night.
Let nothing make me afraid.
Let my fears give way
to quiet rest,
and my timidity to generosity of heart.
As much as I say that
I wish to give myself wholly to you,
the truth is
that I measure out the gift of my life
a drop at a time,
hoping however vainly
to find some pleasant, easy,
less than wholehearted way
of coming to know, love, and serve you.
I keep taking back the gift I offer.
Replace, I pray you, my stinginess of heart
with a reflection of your generosity.
You will reward my every gift,
no matter how small,
with the unlimited gift of yourself.
And if I have you, God,
I will want for nothing.
You alone suffice.