Todays' poem is by St. John of the Cross, from The Dark Night Click on the link(s) to read the entire work online.
Lost to myself and yet remaining,
Inclined so only the Beloved I spy.
All has ceased, all rests,
Even my cares, even I.
—Saint John of the Cross, from Dark Night
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It is amazing how beautiful a piece can be that talks about the Dark Night of the Soul.
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