(Interior Castle, book VI: chapter 1)
"Now from the sixth hour there was darkness
over all the land until the ninth hour. And
about the ninth hour Jesus cried with a loud
voice, 'Eli, Eli, lama sabach-thani?' that
is, 'My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken
The Sixth Rooms
In the sixth rooms, the Maiden flies
Upon the Breeze where'er she goes;
Talk of her beauteous wings decries
Her humble ways -- His beauty shows.
If, carelessly, she folds her wings,
The faithful Breeze would soon rescind
His lift -- the downward spiral stings
Fidelity of wing to Wind.
She hits the ground - her wings injured;
Maiden's a wreck in her weakness.
This Breeze-less night must be endured,
To purify her in meekness.
All night, she holds her crumpled wings;
Abandoned in her sufferings.
May the Lord grant us the grace of patient
endurance, so that we may endure the dark
night of the soul.
(1) Matthew 27:45-46
(c) Paul Buis, 2002