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The Dark Night of the Soul by Saint John of the Cross

The Dark Night of the Soul poem by Saint John of the Cross describes the depths of the challenges many of us have already faced, or will face, in our lifetimes.

I learned about the poem while reading Art Berg's book The Impossible Just Takes A Little Longer.

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Translated from Spanish

Once in the dark of night,
Inflamed with love and wanting, I arose
(O coming of delight!)
And went, as no one knows, 
When all my house lay long in deep repose

All in the dark went right,
Down secret steps, disguised in other clothes, 
(O coming of delight!)
In dark when no one knows, 
When all my house lay long in deep repose.

And in the luck of night
In secret places where no other spied 
I went without my sight
Without a light to guide
Except the heart that lit me from inside.

It guided me and shone
Surer than noonday sunlight over me,
And lead me to the one
Whom only I could see

Deep in a place where only we could be.

O guiding dark of night!
O dark of night more darling than the dawn!
O night that can unite
A lover and loved one,
Lover and loved one moved in unison.

And on my flowering breast
Which I had kept for him and him alone 
He slept as I caressed
And loved him for my own,
Breathing an air from redolent cedars blown.

And from the castle wall 
The wind came down to winnow through his hair
Bidding his fingers fall,
Searing my throat with air
And all my senses were suspended there. 


I stayed there to forget.
There on my lover, face to face, I lay.
All ended, and I let
My cares all fall away

Forgotten in the lilies on that day.

Because of the severe pain from my Rheumatoid Arthritis, I have experienced the Dark Night of the Soul times in my life. In those times, I am thankful to be able to call out to Jesus, sometimes in prayer, sometimes in anger. He has heard it all and brought me through everything.