May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. ~J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

This is a song in praise 
of hard, dark nights:
no firelight, 
no afterglow, 
but the sliver of a crescent moon 
and a few stray stars 
flung out 
into the wilderness, 
calling you into the great Alone 
with your animal self, 
falling down
on tired knees 
broken against the ground.
Then prostrate—
cross-like—
face down
and stretched 
to the end of yourself
by how wrong you’ve been—
because, of course,  
this is the end.

But there is still some warmth 
coming up from the Earth,
and a humming
in the sweet black air—
some great vibration of life 
that goes out before you.
And though you can’t see them,
the birchwood and pines 
rustle inside the wind’s 
divine pull—
in a dance of wills—
and somewhere, 
a great horned owl bellows 
his clear, determined hoot
like a psalm across the land. 

So, you learn 
to breathe, 
again,
with his heralding—
a rhythm that beats
electric blue like a pulse:
“It’s not the end—
it’s not the end—” 

No, this is not the end—
hardly an end,
but a hard beginning.
There will always be 
a morning—
a rebirth.

So, here in the dark—
in a night bleaker than bleak—
in a time outside of time— 
there is a mark 
on the Holy map 
of your soul
where you found 
your Maker
in the hard, dark night—
and then lived to see 
the light of dawn. 
~Kimberly Phinney “An Ode to Hard, Dark Nights”

So many seem lost without a map,
unable to find their way in the dark,
wrecked and wandering, weeping and wretched,
believing they have come to the end.

Yet this is not the end, only the beginning.
A hard start – all rebirths are hard.

As I have been shown mercy, so
I must become mercy,
be loving where others show hate,
be giving when others take away,
build up while others tear down.

We walk together in the emerging light –
it’s right there –
on God’s holy map of your soul.