through the labyrinth
Sometimes it takes the darkness of the night to reveal the truth in our lives. Familiar visions are reduced to barely discernable shades. Pathways are obscured. Our breath becomes treacherously shallow and our limbs clumsy. We are unsure of where we are or what is around us if we move but a few inches.
Let the moon arise and our vision is renewed and transformed. Clouds are veils. A new reality emerges, more mysterious than in the daytime, but no less real for its strangeness.
These photos taken at Notre Dame in Paris show that very familiar mass in the moonlit revelation of its details.
That is what the darkness of the soul, so often spoken of by mystics and so much avoided by the rest of us, can reveal if we but wait through the darkness for the moonrise of God’s presence.
OUR LADY AT NIGHT
Thursday, November 8, 2007
