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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The dark night of the soul</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Not death - no poem's yet been writ<br>on that - but that dark door and passage<br>where everything, all that one knows of life<br>must be surrendered, in the service<br>of a brighter light, a brighter life...</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Only those who apprehend the soul<br>in all her glory, must submit<br>when time calls time, and there descends<br>that total darkness of the mind<br>which wipes out any thought of things<br>created; any sense of former life; <br>any creature that might say<br>I’ve done my best, so take me, God…<br>no, there’s nothing left, when hope<br>is as it never were; or ever named; <br>truth no longer means a thing beyond<br>this total darkness, which could not be more true; <br>eternity, pure timeless state of nothingness, <br>nightmare without movement, frozen heart..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">how can those with nothing to hold on to, <br>no hands to hold, no reason to hold on…<br>what can they do, but curl up in a ball<br>like nature’s creatures faced with stranger, death, <br>that never spoke its name to them? </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">One thing only, mercy then will grant: <br>you will survive… pale, humbled, weak, <br>wondering what is left, to try to build<br>a pale approximation to a life<br>which now, you have no taste for…</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">and in the coming days, as if<br>you tasted water for the first time in your life..<br>you sense a strange new cleanliness..<br>there’s some new life awaiting, there, <br>wherever ‘there’ is.. to be lived…<br>perhaps a new created world<br>may come of soul’s dark void..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Who can understand, prepare themselves for, <br>this strangest blessing from the gods? <br>But that’s the package: unpreparedness is all..</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Imagine, now you’re high and dry, <br>gasping above the sandy waterline, a shivering wretch –</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=460246" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">imagine all the glories of a summer’s day; <br>all the stirring of the blood in Spring; <br>all the miracles that burst from earth…<br>an equal miracle, it must be, <br>the miracle of winter, stealing from us, leaf by leaf, <br>all we never owned…<br>this winter’s tale, the heart must kneel and praise; <br>as marvel; wonder; see as holiest whole - <br>this timeless, darkest, hopelost, night of soul.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a></strong></div>