The Dark Night of the Soul
The dark night of the soul
Feels like a wall so deep,
anchored in the heavy hours of waiting,
holding back the dawn
like stone against the rising tide.
You place your palms against the cold edge
and whisper a prayer into the stillness.
It feels as though your words fall quiet,
trapped on this side of the shadow,
where Heaven seems silent
and the midnight feels permanent.
Yet prayer is not a fragile thing—
it sinks the roots into the deep darkness,
holding fast when your strength gives out.
For even in the quietest valley,
the Father is listening in the deep.
He does not leave you in the shadow,
and the God who hears in the dark
will carry you into the light.
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