When your heart says to God, “you have cut off my life
like a weaver severs the last thread, “
when you’re alone in the desert on a cold night
with no fire,
and you’ve never known such emptiness
and you say in your alarm, “no man can can be trusted!”
When your life is born away from you
like a tent struck down
and you feel you have nothing left to give,
that you are broken to the core
and you cannot imagine your restoration,
when even the sunrise seems cold and heartless
and you think, ” there is no love in my heart at all!”
know that all you ever had came from God.
Don’t be afraid anymore.
Say to yourself in the cave of your heart,
“this is the time for my soul.”
God is closer than ever before.
Your restoration is in the depths of his will
and in time to come,
the love in your heart will be renewed
and be all his.
You have nothing to give, so wait to receive
in his time.
Be patient in suffering.
Persevere in prayer.
Trust in not knowing
even who you are anymore,
except that you are his.
Be little, be weak, sit quietly in the shadow of death
and say to your empty heart, “this is the time for my soul.”
Allow this darkness of unknowing.
“Let it be done to me according to thy word,” she said,
even at the cross,
and on that desolate Holy Saturday
when she sat in darkness deeper than any she had ever known could be.
She suffered unspeakably.
Still she trusted, remaining present in the very bleakness of her heart.
So you, her child, alone in your desert,
you desolate of heart,
when you say to yourself, “my one companion is darkness, “
say, “This is the time for my soul.”
A time of grace.
Your light will come
As God defines it.
And that joy no one shall take from you.