Jesus in Love Blog: Brothers by affection: Saints Polyeuct and Nearchu...

Jesus in Love Blog: Brothers by affection: Saints Polyeuct and Nearchu...: "Saints Polyeuct and NearchusBy Brother Robert Lentz, OFM. © 1995Courtesy of www.trinitystores.com (800.699.4482)Collection of the Living Ci..."

Follow the link above to read Kittredge Cherry's blog and article on Saints Polyeuct and Nearchus. Today is Polyeuct's Feast Day.

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From The Jesus in Love Blog of Kittredge Cherry

 Today is the Feast Day of St. Brigid of Ireland. Her Feast Day is celebrated in both the Pagan World and in Christianity. Below is a link to Kittredge Cherry's blog, "Jesus in Love." Follow the link below to be taken to the article she has placed on her blog for Brigid's Day. The article is part of Cherry's blog series entitled, "GLBT Saints."

Brigid is pictured below with Darlughdach, her anam cara in the Abbey community they were a part of in Ireland. The icon is by Brother Robert Lentz. He is a Franciscan friar and world-class iconographer known for his progressive icons. The two women are dressed in the white gowns worn by Druid priestesses and Celtic nuns. Flames burn above them and on the mandala of Christ that they carry. It is one of 40 icons featured in his book “Christ in the Margins.”

Saints Brigid and Darlughdach of Kildare

By Brother Robert Lentz, OFM. © 1999

Courtesy of www.trinitystores.com (800.699.4482)

Collection of the Living Circle, Chicago, IL

Jesus in Love Blog

The Dark Night of the Soul

The Dark Night of the Soul

By Saint John of the Cross

From: THE COLLECTED WORKS OF ST. JOHN OF THE CROSS, translated by Kieran Kavanaugh, OCD,

and Otilio Rodriguez, OCD, revised edition (1991). Copyright 1991

1. One dark night,

fired with love's urgent longings

- ah, the sheer grace! -

I went out unseen,

my house being now all stilled.

2. In darkness, and secure,

by the secret ladder, disguised,

- ah, the sheer grace! -

in darkness and concealment,

my house being now all stilled.

3. On that glad night,

in secret, for no one saw me,

nor did I look at anything,

with no other light or guide

than the one that burned in my heart.

4. This guided me

more surely than the light of noon

to where he was awaiting me

- him I knew so well -

there in a place where no one appeared.

5. O guiding night!

O night more lovely than the dawn!

O night that has united

the Lover with his beloved,

transforming the beloved in her Lover.

6. Upon my flowering breast

which I kept wholly for him alone,

there he lay sleeping,

and I caressing him

there in a breeze from the fanning cedars.

7. When the breeze blew from the turret,

as I parted his hair,

it wounded my neck

with its gentle hand,

suspending all my senses.

8. I abandoned and forgot myself,

laying my face on my Beloved;

all things ceased; I went out from myself,

leaving my cares

forgotten among the lilies.

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