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Stanzas Of The Soul
1. One dark night,fired with love's urgent longings- ah, the sheer grace! - I went out unseen,my house being now all stilled.
2. In darkness, and secure,by the secret ladder, disguised,- ah, the sheer grace! - in darkness and concealment,my house being now all stilled.
3. On that glad night,in secret, for no one saw me,nor did I look at anything,with no other light or guide than the one that burned in my heart.
4. This guided me more surely than the light of noon to where he was awaiting me- him I knew so well - there in a place where no one appeared.
5. O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn! O night that has united the Lover with his beloved, transforming the beloved in her Lover.
6. Upon my flowering breast which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping,and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.
7. When the breeze blew from the turret,as I parted his hair,it wounded my neck with its gentle hand, suspending all my senses.
8. I abandoned and forgot myself, laying my face on my Beloved; all things ceased; I went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
2. In darkness, and secure,by the secret ladder, disguised,- ah, the sheer grace! - in darkness and concealment,my house being now all stilled.
3. On that glad night,in secret, for no one saw me,nor did I look at anything,with no other light or guide than the one that burned in my heart.
4. This guided me more surely than the light of noon to where he was awaiting me- him I knew so well - there in a place where no one appeared.
5. O guiding night! O night more lovely than the dawn! O night that has united the Lover with his beloved, transforming the beloved in her Lover.
6. Upon my flowering breast which I kept wholly for him alone, there he lay sleeping,and I caressing him there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.
7. When the breeze blew from the turret,as I parted his hair,it wounded my neck with its gentle hand, suspending all my senses.
8. I abandoned and forgot myself, laying my face on my Beloved; all things ceased; I went out from myself, leaving my cares forgotten among the lilies.
painting by Robert Joeseph Daughtery
2 comments:
Ahh yes;
"La noche oscura del alma", writen by the Roman Catholic mystic, Saint John of the Cross. As you know Brad, I have had many "dark nights" of my own soul. I love this piece! Thanks!
God Bless,
~Graylad~
thanks graylad..yeah..it has spoken deeply to me over the years as well...
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