No Light | Sacred Places of Spirit

In caverns and in bellies
and in my soul’s shadow places
there is little or no light
and though the soul is of light
I cannot see this light
as I plummet unexpectedly into my own soul’s umbra.

What is it that lurks in these darksome, tenebrous
and pallid compartments
calling my name
bringing tears to my soul
and tears in its fabric?

Vacant and empty and hollow my spirit
yet hallowed be my name
a child of God and perfect is my soul
and yet at times I cannot find the holy flame that burns within,
that illuminates the way for others to see
and yet I myself am blinded by that which
I know not.

Bliss has knocked upon the portal of my heart
and I have opened wide my door
and I have fallen hard
by her beckoning
and through her and with her
I have found my ecstasy
for I have gazed upon my soul’s radiance
and I have felt the Divine my soul harbors
and still,
what veils my eyes now that I may not see
this God with whom I have all but kissed Her face?

I feel but a truant to my soul’s wisdom
lost amidst the seducing siren songs of my
own woundings
weeping, mourning, grieving
I am prey to myself
and I call
and I cry
and I pray
and I wait.