The dark night of the soul…
swirling and tumbling…
hard edged realities that cut and maim…
Oh yes.
I know the edge well.
I've dwelt on the very tip of it for months…
fingers holding barely to the crumbling rock.
And still, I must hold to the absurd notion that there is very much a Creator. Very much a God. Who loves me, who has ordained that I must walk this dark path for a ways.
I see. I see Him everywhere. Even if there is a storm raging, He is always there.
I will trust.
"I believe in Christianity as I believe that the sun has risen, not
only because I see it, but because by it I see everything else."
C. S. Lewis Is Theology Poetry?