The Dark Night of the Soul

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.