dark night of the soul

it waits for us. creeping around, silent, mysterious. we never know where exactly where it comes from. but it's there...waiting, crouching...ready to pounce.

it comes when we least expect it. after mountain top events, filled with awe and wonder. coming down from the mountain, going up, heading to church, sitting alone in grief, happy, free, in bondage. it gets us all.

the Quakers called it the dark night of the soul.

it covers us like a blanket of darkness, heavy with discomfort and fear. for some reason we feel alone and empty. prayers seem like brick made in our very mouth falling to the ground in heaps as we try to pray. the soul feels alone. the heart is heavy.

why would he leave us?

although he does not, we think he has.

the key is to do what we have done. persevere. most give up and sit. i have done my share of sitting. done my share of quiting. done my share of...crying in the dark.

no more.

be strong and courageous. break on through. never quit, never give up. cry, scream, fight, but never give in. stand firm, decide not to bow to the heaviness. though your knees may shake from the weight, stand.

why?

because it matters.

You know the day destroys the night

Night divides the day

Tried to run Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side,

yeah We chased our pleasures here

Dug our treasures there

But can you still recall The time we cried

Break on through to the other side

Break on through to the other side

the Doors