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Taras Bulba
Friday, November 24th, 2006, 08:59 PM
Loreena Mckennit's rendition of what is commonly considered one of the greatest poems ever written, "Dark Night of the Soul" by St. John of the Cross. It's interesting the origins of this poem. John was imprisoned and had to endure several months of torture. According to his own account, it was only his deep and profound love of God that helped him endure this.

Afterwards, he devised the concept of the "Dark Night", explaining how suffering can ultimately lead us to a greater union with God's infinite love.

I find Mckennit's version the most readable, but you can read the original poem and the entire text here (http://www.karmel.at/ics/john/dn.html).

you can also listen to Mckennit's version here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nEZnm30nhlc

http://www.wf-f.org/WFFResource/StJohnCross.JPG

Loreena McKennitt - The dark night of the soul


Upon a darkened night
the flame of love was burning in my breast
And by a lantern bright
I fled my house while all in quiet rest

Shrouded by the night
and by the secret stair I quickly fled
The veil concealed my eyes
while all within lay quiet as the dead


Chorus
Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other

Upon that misty night
in secrecy, beyond such mortal sight
Without a guide or light
than that which burned so deeply in my heart

That fire t'was led me on
and shone more bright than of the midday sun
To where he waited still
it was a place where no one else could come

Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other

Within my pounding heart
which kept itself entirely for him
He fell into his sleep
beneath the cedars all my love I gave
And by the fortress walls
the wind would brush his hair against his brow
And with its smoothest hand
caressed my every sense it would allow


Oh night thou was my guide
oh night more loving than the rising sun
Oh night that joined the lover
to the beloved one
transforming each of them into the other

I lost myself to him
and laid my face upon my lovers breast
And care and grief grew dim
as in the mornings mist became the light
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair
There they dimmed amongst the lilies fair