Chiara, Lady of Light


Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet rest Shrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead ~ "The Dark Night of the Soul," John of the Cross, adapted by Loreena McKennitt After a week of wrangling over the role of women religious in the Church, it comes as blissful relief to celebrate the Feast of my favorite woman … [Read more...]