The Dark Night Of The Soul

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I have been reflecting on the beautiful poem, The Dark Night Of The Soul, by St. John Of The Cross. It think of it every now and then and listen to Loreena Mckennit's musical interpretation, she sings so hauntingly. There is something about this poem and song that transcends me to an ethreal place. I feel it is the essence of the most beautiful love song. One that describes the relationship between man and his God, between lover and the beloved. It causes me to contemplate on the times during my life and in the lives of others; that dark night, we all will experience, at some point in time. Today am very grateful for the dark night, no matter how painful and difficult. It has made me who I am. I became stronger because of it. It will either break us or make us. Love, compassion, mercy, courage, trust, faith perseverence, are all some of the many gifts human beings are given by the dark night of the soul, and we are joined together, the lover to the beloved one transforming each of them to the other. The Dark Night Of The Soul Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my heart And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest Shrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead Oh night thou was my guide Oh night more loving than the rising sun Oh night the joined the lover with the beloved one transforming each of them into the other Upon the misty night in secrecy, beyond the mortal sight Without a guide or light than that which burned so deeply in my heart That fire t'was led me on And shone more bright than of the midday sun To where he waited still it was a place where no one else could come Within my pounding heart which kept itself entirely for him He fell into his sleep beneath the cedars all my love I gave And by the fortress walks the wind would brush his hair against his brow And with it's smoothest hand caress my every sense it would allow I lost myself to him and laid my face upon my lover's breast And care and grief grew dim as in the morning mist became the light There they dimmed amongst the lillies fair There they dimmed amongst the lillies fair There they dimmed amongst the lillies fair