The 14th of December is the Feast of our Holy Father John of the Cross. Saint John of the Cross is a saint of the Carmelite order (O.C.D) and one of the great doctors of the Universal Church. Currently I’m reading his work Dark Night of the Soul. Saint John wrote poems that are deep and spiritually powerful. May he intercede for us before the throne of heaven.
On a darkened night,
Anxious, by love inflamed,
– O happy chance! –
Unnoticed, I took flight,
My house at last at peace and quiet.
Safe, disguised by the night,
By the secret ladder I took flight,
– O happy chance! –
Cloaked by darkness, I scaled the height,
My house at last at peace and quiet.
On that blessed night,
In secret, and seen by none,
None in sight,
I saw with no other guide or light,
But the one burning in my heart bright.
This guide, this light,
Brighter than the midday sun,
Led me to the waiting One
I knew so well — my delight!
To a place with none in sight.
O night! O guide!
O night more loving than the dawn!
O night that joined
The lover with the Beloved;
Transformed, the lover into the Beloved drawn!
Upon my flowered breast,
For him alone kept fair,
There he slept
There I caressed,
There the cedars gave us air.
I drank the turret’s cool air
Spreading playfully his hair.
And his hand, so serene,
Cut my throat. Drained
Of senses, I dropped unaware.
Lost to myself and yet remaining,
Inclined so only the Beloved I spy.
All has ceased, all rests,
Even my cares, even I;
Lost among the lilies, there I die.
http://www.poetry-chaikhana.com/J/JohnoftheCro/DarkNight.htm