We are left. Alone. With no one. Even the very God we have always served is nowhere to be found.
Darkness. Nowhere to turn and no turning. Frozen in silent immovability. Anguish of the soul. We cry out. Not even an echo.
The dark night of the soul, when all forsakes and all is forsaken. The only comfort is the suffering. The old is burned away by this dark fire. Death preseeds all resurrection.
The phoenix arises from the ashes. Christ tosses away the grave clothes. And you, even you, will come to life again. No staying in the old corpse which putrefies and dies.
Seven times down, eight times up is the old saying. Death followed by rebirth. Exile followed by return.
Darkness. Nowhere to turn and no turning. Frozen in silent immovability. Anguish of the soul. We cry out. Not even an echo.
The dark night of the soul, when all forsakes and all is forsaken. The only comfort is the suffering. The old is burned away by this dark fire. Death preseeds all resurrection.
The phoenix arises from the ashes. Christ tosses away the grave clothes. And you, even you, will come to life again. No staying in the old corpse which putrefies and dies.
Seven times down, eight times up is the old saying. Death followed by rebirth. Exile followed by return.
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