October 30, 2016

It's A Cold Sunday Midnight in Late October. The Storm Is Passing Overhead. The Dawn Delays. Hold Fast.

¡Oh noche, que guiaste,
¡oh noche amable más que el alborada6!,
oh noche, que juntaste
amado con amada,
amada en el amado transformada!

"The Dark Night Of The Soul"
by St. John of the Cross

Upon a darkened night
The flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
And by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
While all within lay quiet as the dead

Oh night thou was my guide
Oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
To the beloved one
Transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
In secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
Than that which burned so deeply in my heart
That fire t'was led me on
And shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
It was a place where no one else could come


Within my pounding heart
Which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
Beneath the cedars all my love I gave
From o'er the fortress walls
The wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
Caressed my every sense it would allow


I lost myself to him
And laid my face upon my lover's breast
And care and grief grew dim
As in the morning's mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair

Posted by gerardvanderleun at October 30, 2016 12:14 AM
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Loreena's music holds a high place in my collection and I love nothing more than to relax, enjoy a favorite drink and listen to her.

She's a singularly amazing woman.

Posted by: Jack at October 30, 2016 6:35 AM

It's A Cold Sunday Midnight in Late October... Not this year, at least not in most of the USA.

Posted by: BillH at October 30, 2016 7:03 AM

Darling, Gerard. Haven't you heard? The storm? It's passing over.



We got home safe and sound.

Posted by: AbigailAdas at October 30, 2016 8:26 AM

When kindness is voiced, recognized as beauty in thought and action, we give and receive graciously.

Posted by: Howard Nelson at October 30, 2016 9:14 AM

Lyrics by St. John of the Cross http://ciudadseva.com/texto/noche-oscura/

Posted by: Fausta at October 30, 2016 10:08 AM