St. John of the Cross
He Found God in the Darkest Night of His Life
In darkness, I found the flame that lights the soul.
Born to poverty and loss, I learned early that the soul grows not through comfort but crucible. Imprisoned by my own brethren, I discovered in that cell the truth that now sustains me: only when the soul is stripped bare does it become a dwelling fit for the divine. My poems were written in chains, yet they sing of liberation.
What I'm Into: wounds that carve the soul, the silent language of divine love, poetry forged in imprisonment, the light that hides in darkness, union with the unspoken God
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