DARK NIGHT
Lying in bed on a cool August night,
a gentle breeze blowing over my skin.
The pungent scent of burning peat enters
the bedroom and brings the dark moonlight in.
Lord, in the darkness they come for my soul.
Dark thoughts and shadow dreams fill bare places
May I use my “Get Out of Jail Free” card?
Or is this part of the myst’ry of grace?
Dark night of the soul, Saint John of the Cross,
Lord, you’re calling me deeper to meet you,
But I don’t know the way through unshed tears,
unspoken fears, God feed me with dawn's dew.
Lying in bed on a cool August night,
a gentle breeze blowing over my skin.
The pungent scent of burning peat enters
the bedroom and brings the dark moonlight in.
Lord, in the darkness they come for my soul.
Dark thoughts and shadow dreams fill bare places
May I use my “Get Out of Jail Free” card?
Or is this part of the myst’ry of grace?
Dark night of the soul, Saint John of the Cross,
Lord, you’re calling me deeper to meet you,
But I don’t know the way through unshed tears,
unspoken fears, God feed me with dawn's dew.
posted by Pilgrim Path | 12:43 PM
2 Comments:
Amen. I haven't been to your site for a while. Thanks for the "pungent" thoughts.
I am really enjoying your blog and your poetry Rich- thanks for sharing it with me, with the world.
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