Maybe the darkness isn’t darkness at all. Maybe it is the Divine hug wrapping us so tightly that we can no longer see anything but the stillness.

And maybe the silence isn’t just silence–Divine abandonment. Maybe it is the Divine Lullaby inviting our weary souls into the stilling sacrament of Sabbath.

Maybe the Dark Night is the place where our soul is to find rest. Maybe there is no Divine Movement because the moment is not purposed for action and activity, but for restoration and refuge–hiding–holding–wholing.

And maybe the Dark Night of the Soul would pass more easily if we leaned into it, laying our souls down in the blanket of darkness, welcoming rest rather than fighting for light.