dark night of the soul,
i stand —
a shadow cast
by my longing hand.
beloved,
how i ache for your embrace,
to feel your love,
your tender trace —
not only around me,
but deep inside,
where echoes of your warmth
reside.
and yet i stand,
trembling
at the gate —
lost,
unsure
which path to take.
i speak to myself
of shadows,
of fears,
thinking the abyss
holds nothing dear.
yet i have glimpsed
your most radiant light;
it blooms, it glows,
even in the depths of night.
oh, how the fight to let go
troubles me so.
help me, beloved —
open my heart wide,
to feel,
to trust,
with you inside.
and the Beloved whispered,
like the wind:
arise, most dear one,
meet the dawn
with no disguise.
even in the darkest night,
my flame still guides you.
for the soul’s true path
is the sweet remembering
of our oneness.
© 2025 Corvalya
Reflection
There comes a season when the soul can no longer find comfort in the familiar light — when connection fades, and even love feels far away. The silence is heavy then, and every prayer seems to vanish into it.
But this darkness is not punishment; it is transformation.
It asks us to sit with what we fear, to let the old certainties dissolve, and to discover the quiet pulse of life still moving beneath the ache.
In time, the silence changes. What once felt like isolation becomes a space of listening. The same darkness that hid the way begins to reveal it — not through answers, but through presence.
This is the mystery of the dark night: the emptiness that breaks us open is what makes room for light.
Your path is not isolation, but remembering — remembering that even here, especially here, you are being remade in love.
I invite you to read the poem again.