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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=460298" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Watchman of Dark Christmas Night</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The brazier’s glowing coals lit up his eyes.<br>I asked the watchman as he guarded time: <br>tell me, watchman, of the truth of Night..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he said: when I had conquered all the tasks of day, <br>I took night-watching as the sternest test, <br>to seek the weakness, and to seek the strength<br>which I might find there in my deepest self..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In darkest night, I lost myself – or so<br>I thought I had: for every night, <br>as the third hour after midnight moves<br>into the fourth hour, there came a time<br>when all one held as precious to oneself, <br>all joy and consolation, all the point of life<br>was taken from me… then I felt<br>myself an abject, faithless wretch..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for it seemed that even God<br>is in repose, in that abyss of time..<br>taking from me, even faith, <br>and hope, and love itself..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and then one day, I saw in paint –<br>it could have been by Rembrandt’s guided hand –<br>the darkness, to be full of light..<br>more full than day itself..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">the light itself, as God, all in repose; <br>and in the darkness are all things<br>drawn back into themselves; <br>so that they may awake at dawn<br>the fresher; Diadochus, holy man, <br>who knew dark well, for all his holiness, <br>and welcomed it… gave it a name: <br>‘educative desolation’ was his term…</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for what mortal man would not become complacent<br>to think he walked with God both day and night? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">At that darkest hour, faith, hope, and loving-kindness<br>may be withdrawn from human kind; yet, <br>they cannot die, I learned; they must return..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And no one may tell – as shepherds watch, <br>and angels fill the skies –<br>what Mary feels, before her faith and hope<br>are born as joy and love..<br>what Mary feels, this night as dark as sin..<br>what Mary feels, before the holy dawn; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">only humility, for her, for us, <br>will see us through the testing hours; <br>will teach us in this darkest night<br>the darkness full of brightest light..</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We sat there silent for a space, <br>I and the watchman of the Night; <br>the brazier glowing warm and bright; <br>the silence full of grace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Michael+Shepherd">Michael Shepherd</a><div class=q>
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I asked the watchman as he guarded time: 
tell me, watchman, of the truth of Night..

he said: when I had conquered all the tasks of day, 
I took night-watching as the sternest test, 
to seek the weak..."></div>
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