The Long Dark Night
Deafening silence echoing into the void.
Where is the voice of my God?
The voice I used to hear on the wind,
see in my dreams,
taste in my prayers?
Feeling “His” loving embrace like the comfort of a warm blanket –
a shield of protection.
In “His” arms I felt safe.
A compass offering guidance.
A weathervane pointing out coming storms.
A sextant tracking the movement of the stars.
A barometer alerting changing pressure.
Where there was once surety, this is only confusion.
The only voice now is my own.
The Long Dark Night is made of this.
As we come to embrace this, we realize
that to hear the voice of God, we need only listen to ourselves.
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Hi, of course this message brings to mind a previous e-mail about The Dark Night of the Soul. Like many I have experienced a dark night of the soul and the following scripture seems to summarize it for me.– “The sky over your head shall be bronze, (earlier versions say “brass”.) and the earth under you iron”. Deuteronomy 28:23 (New Revised Standard Version) I think that the verse in context is referring to a drought, the sky would be as bronze allowing no rain to fall. However, for me the analogy was a perfect description of the heavens. They were as brass not allowing my prayers to get through. They only bounced back to me. Therefore no answers were forthcoming. I was not attuned to the idea that messages lay within me so I did not look for them there. Instead the sky remained as an impenetrable shield between God and myself and so I lived with the brass sky for quite a while. It certainly was not a happy time in my life.
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“It certainly was not a happy time in my life.” I sooooo get that. When we become used to that intimate and visceral connection with “God,” the absence of that is excruciating. We eventually find out way through to knowing the Divine within, but it’s a long and lonely journey.
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