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Wednesday of Hope – What is this Darkness?

What if this darkness is not the darkness of the tomb, but the darkness of the womb?

– Valarie Kaur

Wednesday of Hope – Seeing Light


Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness.

– Desmond Tutu

Gratitude in the Darkness

Tomorrow is the first day . . . the First Sunday of Advent. We enter into the darkest season of the year, and in the Christian tradition, we await the Coming of the Light. So, there is reason to be grateful, even for the darkness.

Darkness deserves gratitude. It is the alleluia point at which we learn to understand that all growth does not take place in the sunlight.

– Joan Chittister in Uncommon Gratitude

Night is on the way . . .

Night is on the way . . .

The Garments of God

bolinas_december_2008_130Today’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by Jessica Powers.

The Garments of God

God sits on a chair of darkness in my soul.
He is God alone, supreme in His majesty.
I sit at his feet, a child in the dark beside Him;
my joy is aware of His glance and my sorrow is tempted
to nest on the thought that His face is turned from me.

He is clothed in the robes of His mercy, voluminous
not velvet or silk and affable to the touch,
but fabric strong for a frantic hand to clutch,
and I hold to it fast with the fingers of my will.

Here is my cry of faith, my deep avowal
to the Divinity that I am dust.

Here is the loud profession of my trust.
I will not go abroad
to the hills of speech or the hinterlands of music
for a crier to walk in my soul where all is still.

I have this potent prayer through good or ill:
here in the dark I clutch the garments of God.

Source: “The Garments of God” from The Selected Poetry of Jessica Powers,
edited by Regina Siegfried, ASC, and Robert F. Morneau. Kansas City, MO:
Sheed & Ward, 1989.

The Uses of Sorrow

tahoe_may_moonToday’s Lenten poem from Education for Justice is by Mary Oliver, a favorite of many.

The Uses of Sorrow

Someone I loved once gave me
a box full of darkness.

It took me years to understand
that this, too, was a gift.

Source: “The Uses of Sorrow” from Thirst, by Mary Oliver. Boston: Beacon
Press, 2006.