In the starless
center of the spiritual
journey, the saints
tell us to expect
something called
the "Dark Night."
After months of aridity
St. Elizabeth of the
Trinity would find
herself entering
a crushing darkness,
the place of a soul
peering into her
own nothingness
and encountering
only a gaping hole
where God should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed we need to reach to the nothingness to be reborn filling the gap with God. Well penned poem. Thank-you Sir.