As the Soul Looks Into Its Own Loneliness.

SPLITS streamed down and tears understood not why. There was a soulish detach. Not soul in between soul, but soul within the soul. The soul sobs out to God as a condition of its nakedness. And naked is the soul that has actually been stripped bare. However the soul is on a really adequate course when it: 1. Is ripped from the grip of the world and from its reliance on its own power and hope, and 2. Comes to rest lowly and in isolation with God repetitively enough.

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A Poem: Quintessential Questions

Oh lowly and lonesome soul,.
How would you release your grip?
Over life when it takes its toll,.
When life would choose to strip.
Oh lowly and lonely soul,.
God, to what would you have me cling?
Exactly what now is to be my function?
Do I have any hope within to sing?

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Only to the individual who has actually been to such soulish depths can a person understand.

This is no soulish snobbery, for what souls wants that difference. Even less does a soul who has actually been through a seriously dark night desire that.

Soul confusion addressing the ascension of confounding and complicated facts; these leave us with these ultimate questions. And there can verily be no answer that can mute our travail.

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Prayer:

O Lord.
When words fail me and when sorrow overwhelms sadness,.
When I can not rise from the depths of these sheets.
When I can do absolutely nothing at all.
Assist, when turmoil threatens to cause chaos.
Help, when the hope of tomorrow is prevented on waking.
Help, when I have actually quit hoping and hoping and waiting on Your help.
Provide me Your grace to sustain my wasted vessel.
Shower me with Your grace.
Come now.
And assist me understand, even as I don't understand.
Bring me a sense for peace for this situation that can come only from You.
Highlight any way in me that hides or conceals me from Your Presence and Your will.
By the Lord Jesus Christ,.
My Saviour, My Rock, My Redeemer,.
I hope.
AMEN.

This short article is written from memory - of a dark and awful time - but a time, all the same, as I look back now, that was the conserving of me. I have actually discovered not to despise the dark night, but to appreciate the pain and isolation for exactly what it is. May the reader be motivated. The end of the self-seeking self is the start of the soulish soul.