THE DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL

To understand God is to understand the way the wind blows

No man knows the path of another to a destination he will never know

Chained to the emotions pressed by the weight of the ego

The words of a forgotten confession we will never know

Never cold, never warm, never to see the stormes

Not a place without an image or a face

Hidden behind the cloak of purity is the dark night of the soul

To remember God is to remember where unconditional love comes from

Not a physical choice its value is unmeasurable heard from one voice

The pounding memories of the past carried by a simple man

The unspoken words never to see redemption, never to be forgiven

Never seen, never touched its value is so much

The thought of past lives is the only space it takes

Hidden behind the crimson cloak of sacrifice is the dark night of the soul

God is not man and man is not God

Man is just a container for the soul

God is light no way to be contained

Now comes the dawning light of the soul

©Copyright Thomas Dooley 2019