“Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them.” Charles Simic

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Invoking St. John of the Cross

by Thomas Squiers

St. John of the Cross:
You speak out to me loudly
as my soul, too, encounters its very own
'Dark Night.'

It is true.
I am not ashamed to admit it.
I, like many, have encountered
such a moment in my life.

My dark night is not permanent,
but it is very real.
I feel it.
I see it.

Whereupon the journey's lane
I seek refuge, safety -
Alas! I am standing alone...
at least what feels like such.

I know that Maker is standing near
Though not near enough;
Otherwise, my night would be day.
Sunlight of the Soul would be nice.

St. John of the Cross
If you are listening -
If you can spare some time -
Stay with me til this Night passes.

*'Dark Night' refers to St. John of the Cross's writing titled "Dark Night of the Soul," which you can read more about here