Credo For a Dark Night of the Soul

CREDO FOR A DARK NIGHT OF THE SOUL No no no Refuse to disbelieve Shriek out in protest at the infidel If no true love exists Life is mere subsistence The great hunger of the soul for communion Becomes a lone peregrination Of cold clay-heavy steps In a black tunnel down To a dead end in the ground But Believe two spirits can meet And sense they are kin A brother knows a sister’s familiar face The windows of her soul are opened By a familiar heart Believe in love, in a life-light, Know this is good, and right A daily miracle Like new-open buds or a baby born A rare intensity and beauty, a dawn