the spirit speaks on

Once more into the unknown
That dark night of the soul
Reaching out through mist and doubt
Towards the light of eternity

The sun that calls us forth
The wind that caresses
The soft grass under foot
The flower of the spirit

Do you call me on
Seeing my darkness
Testing my faith
Until I stand true

Ready to bear
To witness the fear
And set forth beyond
Until the day of grace

I know not my journey
What steps lie in wait
But I know I must continue
You call me on

in touch

I started to write. Out came the phrase "the dark night of the soul". The spirit within speaking out clear. And then I found this phrase comes to me from "Title: Dark Night of the Soul; Creator(s): John of the Cross, St. (1542-1591)" to which wikipedia says: "Dark Night of the Soul is a term used to describe a specific phase in a person's spiritual life. It is used as a metaphor to describe the experience of loneliness and desolation that can occur during psychic or spiritual growth."

What voice is speaking to me? And what message passes through?

For this is what I wrote:

Once more into the unknown
That dark night of the soul
Reaching out through mist and doubt

hope on a dark eve

The back street glistens
Mud and grey stone
And yet a warming light within
Restoring weary legs
Fellowship

A friendly smile
Joy at arrival
Safe at last
We did it again
Relief

thoughts at three am

Can it be for this?
The middle of the night waking
The sense of foreboding
The falling short
Stuck in some swamp
Alone

Is this all there is?
Struggling through mud
To some forsaken land
The dregs of life
Industrial swamp
Weary

So where to now?
The long waking trudge
The waiting for dawn
The weary step
The humid night
Drained

Where will it lead?
Abandoned again
Cast out
Like so much trash
Discarded in the dust
Used

Or will the sun shine?
Warm
Rejuvenated
Alive?