The Dark Night Completed
O, the bliss of the lilies
amongst whom my cares rest.
Trumpets of white and yellow
sanctuary the heart’s burden
in tenderness and security.
I sought this field of care
with abandon and forgetfulness
a search for the Beloved
who alone could satisfy my soul
pained in hungering desire.
Satisfied I must take the love
the Beloved has bestowed
to a world covering its soul pain
in accumulated goods hiding
the true diagnosis.
O, how my heart desires
To bury my face in the breast
of holy love, yet
true love is only known
in generosity.
Dandelion and thistle around me
testimonies of false promises
of beauty and protection.
Only those who rest in lilies
know Beauty and Protection.
Light and hope unfold in the leaving
To touch those whose homes
Dark and concealed
Cry out for the Beloved
- Ah, the sheer grace! –
Ronald Friesen © 2011
