Day Fourteen

Dark Night of the Soul

This night is heavy and the shadows deep

Darkness obscures our sight yet takes us home

For grace is deeper still and it shall reap

Me as it’s harvest e’re the night is gone

This cup shan’t pass for I am grace’s seed

To drink its dregs must be by grace e’re long.

Oh guiding night oh night more holy than all others

Oh night more lovely than the blinding dawn

Oh night unite beloved with her lover

Oh night that sees the beloved then transformed

Night’s path is narrow and so few have tread it

Yet shall guides us to where we have not gone.

Soar I on wings of love to heights unbounded

Soar I on wings of love I have not known

This present sense of wrongness is my blessing

This ministry of absence grace has shown

On Christ I focus and feelings may follow

Though winter’s in my heart I’m not alone.

Anthony Foster January 31, 2003