The Dark Night of the Soul



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Isaiah 40:26 New International Version (NIV)

26: Lift up your eyes and look to the heavens: Who created all these? He who brings out the starry host one by one and calls forth each of them by name.Because of his great power and mighty strength, not one of them is missing.

Theme of this poem: “Contemplate the starry sky on the dark night of your soul and know that God is ever near and even closer than You think.”  Charlie Bottle


 

In this moment, between how and why,

I ponder the slice of the day sky,

Wedged twixt an eave and a tree,

A tree that clings to a rock precariously,

And from my vantage point I see,

In the bright and distant horizon,

Ominous, dark breakers rolling in,

Rushing in fury towards the shore.

The shore where crabs crawl sideways,

And, sandpipers chase wet sands,

Running to ebbs and flying from flows,

Picking morsels, the waves left behind,

The oncoming waves rise, curl, and rush.

Crashing on the rocks and rushing past,

In fevered momentum to hug the shore,

In a white foamed embrace,

And, on the curtained mists that arise,

The morning Sun casts fleeting rainbows.

 

In this moment, as birds sound the night cry,

I ponder the dome of the night sky,

And the dark nights of the many souls,

Whose dreams have in darkness vanished,

And, their hopes drowned in the wells of despair.

In this moment, naught enters the tents of sorrow,

Save the star light, that comforts their souls,

The light traversing eons of cosmic dust,

Travelled light-years to this moment,

Arriving as hope,  in this soul crushing time,

Across the fabric of space that is before time.

Before the exisitence of the elements of existence,

And before the light began the measure of time.

Then there was only love, and love was existence,

Love existed as a tree in a seed, and as seeds on a tree.

And Love, in love brought this realm into being,

That we may learn to love in worlds without love.

In this moment, This Love, comforts us with peace.

 

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In this moment, between how and why,
I ponder the slice of the day sky,
wedged twixt an eave and a tree,
I the tree cling to my rock precariously,
and from my vantage point I see,
on a bright and distant horizon,
ominous, dark breakers rushing,
in fury, rolling towards the shore.
on the shore crabs crawl sideways,
sandpipers chase receeding waves,
they run to ebbs and fly from flows,
and pick morsels, the waves left behind,
the oncoming waves rise, curl, and rush.
crashing on the rocks and rushing past,
in fevered momentum, to hug the shore
in a white foamed embrace,
and, on the curtained mists that arise,
the morning Sun casts fleeting rainbows.
 
 
In the silence of this moment,
when nothing but night’s children stir abroad,
in this silence of silences I call on you,
Adonai Tzevaot, hear me and answer me,
let not my prayer go unanswered,
or the tears of my eyes be forgotten,
for my throat hurts from crying,
and my heart rends within me,
hear and answer my cry from the darkest darkness,
for my light, your light grows weak within me,
fill me with the oil of mercy for my lamp runs dry,
strenghten these hands to do your work,
these feet that they may go where you lead,
give me wisdom that it may light the way,
let your love heal my broken heart,
let your light go before me to lead me,
behind me to guard and protect me,
Thank you Adonai for hearing and answering me.
 
 
In this moment, as birds sound the night cry,
I ponder the dome of the night sky,
and the dark nights of souls like me,
whose dreams have in darkness vanished,
and hopes drowned in the wells of despair.
In this moment, naught enters tents of sorrow,
save your star light, that comforts their souls,
the light traversing eons of cosmic dust,
travelled light-years to this very moment,
arriving as hope, in this soul crushing time,
across the fabric of space that is before time.
before the exisitence of the elements of existence,
and before the light began the measure of time.
then there was only love, and love was existence,
love existed as a tree in a seed, and as seeds on a tree.
and Love, in love brought this realm into being,
that we may learn to love in worlds without love.
In this moment, This Love, comforts us with peace.
 
 

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Author: Charlie Bottle

Charlie Bottle's passion is poetry. He has lived on three continents, speaks five languages and loves different cultures, people, music and food. He believes that "Poetry uses the economy of words to express the essence of our humanity." It is this magical use of brevity to express the profound that drew him to poetry. While his professional and personal life has pulled him in different directions, He continues in his discipleship of the craft and writes whenever the muse moves him. While English is his second language it is the language in which he lives, breathes, thinks and writes poetry.