It seems there is more interest in sunsets than sunrises. Perhaps because innately we fear the dark.
I want to see the thirst
inside the syllables
I want to touch the fire
in the sound:
I want to feel the darkness
of the cry. I want
words as rough
as virgin rocks.
If we indeed possess light we shall never be afraid to go and face darkness anywhere, any-time.
The pain of severe depression is quite unimaginable to those who have not suffered it, and it kills in many instances because its anguish can no longer be borne.
I can hear clouds drifting across the sky! The worms beneath my feet…demand freedom from the darkness…the secret hopes of humankind…all of it trivial. I can see into other worlds…other universes…they’re calling out to me. They’ve always called to me! I never knew that until now, but now I know everything.
There’s light and joy, but there’s also darkness all around and we can be lost in it.
The Lord’s holy fire lit my path.
When will I realize that without God my world is draped in shadows between which there is not a single ray of light? And when will I recognize that with God, my world is deluged in light between which there is not a single thread of darkness?
In the midst of darkness, he alone sees the dawn; in the midst of the soundless, he alone hears harmony.
is the beauty I am made of-