MYRIAD SHADES OF GREY / by Joe Castorino

A Meditation on the Dark Night

I used to think

that the dark night

was simply the dark night

of the soul.

I used to think that

it was meant only for

the heroic saints

of centuries past,

for St. John of the Cross,

for St. Faustina,

for St. Mother Teresa.

But I see things

a bit differently now.

I think we all face

the dark night,

perhaps even every day,

in myriad shades of grey.

Some shades of the dark night

are very mild indeed,

painted on the canvas

of our lives

with lots of white paint

that masks the hint of black

that is mixed in with it.

But other shades of the dark night

include a goodly amount

of both white and black,

like a grey fog,

or a blossoming thunderstorm.

Often the dark night

lasts only a few moments,

and is relatively mild,

when we are almost lulled to sleep

by the inevitable periods of boredom

that stealthily creep into our lives,

like in the Dark Night of the Ordinary.

Occasionally, the dark night

is marked by the change

in our perception of the clock’s ticking,

when we pass from moments of eternity

to moments marked by the urgency

of seconds, minutes, hours, days;

when our schedules -- and our lives --

are flipped upside down,

as in the Dark Night of Time.

Once in a while, the dark night

is more painfully punctuated

by more intense moments of fear,

like in the Dark Night of Unknowing,

or even more dramatically in

the Dark Night of the Cross.

More uncommonly, the dark night

seems to extinguish every feeling of

consolation that we have ever felt

in the presence of Our Lord,

when Jesus hides himself from us,

as our passionate lover,

teasing us with the divine sense of humor,

and, behold, we experience

the dreaded Dark Night of the Soul.

But the good God is so good.

He is never outdone in generosity,

because it’s all part of His wondrous

mystical plan of love

for each and every one of us.

For soon, very soon,

if we wait for the Lord,

if we watch for the Lord,

if we persevere in prayer,

like the wise virgins

who brought sufficient oil

so that their lamps

wouldn’t be extinguished,

the magnificent and dazzling light

of Divine Mercy will shine forth

in our transfigured souls!