Ruah Bull - Spiritual Director

 I said to my soul, be still, and wait without hope For hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, For love would be love for the wrong thing; there is yet faith But the faith and the love and the hope are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.

 At the center of every crisis     is an inner space so deep, so beckoning, so suddenly and daringly vast, that it feels like a universe, feels like God. When the unthinkable happens,  and does not relent, we fall through our hubris toward an inner flow, an abiding and rebirthing darkness that feels like home.     

 Sometimes the best map will not guide you You can't see what's around the bend Sometimes the road leads through dark places Sometimes the darkness is your friend

We travellers, walking toward the sun can't see Ahead, but looking back the very light That blinded us shows us the way we came, Along which blessings now appear, risen As if from sightlessness to sight, and we, By blessing brightly lit, keep going toward That blessed light that yet to us is dark.

I close my eyes.    The darkness implies your presence, the shadow of your steep mind on my world. I shiver in it. It is not your light that can blind us,    it is the splendor    of your darkness.       And so I listen instead and hear the language of silence, the sentence    without end.....

You,darkness, of whom I was born- I love you more than the flame that limits the world to the circle it illumines and excludes all the rest. But the dark embraces everything: shapes and shadows, creatures and me, people, nations - just as they are. It lets me imagine a great presence stirring beside me. I believe in the night.