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Dark Night of The Soul: Trip Report
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I'm neither first nor last in this long line.
I'm just another lost, whose lot's to march.
This lot which I suppose I chose somehow
May by my soul or by my place or station.
The leaders on this trail're so far in front,
That all I have to see near me is us:
Just me here and the wretched plod along.
Juan told me now, he wrote by his own hand
This journey takes me to beloved mine
I know my brother much elder in years
Would only tell me truth, and not mistake.
But dark's this darkness. Even so this light
Lit in my soul, which Juan confirms is all
I've got to light my way, just seems so dim.
Together bound, it seems, the three of us:
There's Juan, the wretch, and me. The while we go
While I continue search for my belov'd
Through this dark night, that's dark, yet of the soul.
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Chronicles of the Dark Night of the Soul
PoetryDark Night of the Soul is a classic piece of Christian literature. It discusses an experience that seems to come to all of us sooner or later. I wrote two response poems, and so I have posted the original, by St. John of the Cross, and the two re...
