‘Hello darkness, my old friend’

‘Hello darkness, my old friend’


Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again


Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping


And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains within the sound of silence

—The Sound Of Silence, P. Simon, 1964


It’s been a long and winding Advent journey, one where I have been guided to see how desperately we need bountiful light.

Monday will be the shortest, darkest day of the year. When I lived in northern states, I remember people who suffered from SAD: Seasonal Affective Disorder. The common onset of major depression begins in the fall with no abating of symptoms until late winter or early spring. Aside from other treatments similar to that of major depressive episodes, one essential component of therapy is a light box with a “measured amount of balanced spectrum light equivalent to standing outdoors on a clear spring.” Source

But, even if you live in the south where the sun’s light fest is a year round feast, when you talk with people, you will find we are all affected by seasonal darkness.

It brought to mind the very poetic and beautiful lyrics of the 1964 Simon and Garfunkel song which I can still recite by heart today. On the intent of the song, P Simon is quoted to have said;

“…we have people unable to touch other people, unable to love other people. This is a song about the inability to communicate.”

Is that after all not the source of so much of our darkness today? We are a world in disconnection and alienation. We may cry,


“Hear my words that I may teach you.

Take my arms that I may reach you.”

But my words like silent raindrops fell,

And echoed in the wells of silence.


To this cry against the darkness, against the inability, the incomparable ‘silence’ of our humanity which is unable to give any life giving light; on this last Sunday of Advent, Luke speaks. His gospel is pregnant with the hope of longing for something much better than what we have. He shows us– Mary– when at the sound of her voice, John, yet in his mother’s womb, leaps and Elizabeth filled with the Holy Spirit acclaims,


Blessed are you who believed that what was spoken to you by the Lord would be fulfilled.”


How can those who have never seen the light be converted? How will they ever hear the saving Word that will teach and reach, rather than fall into a well of hopeless silence?

We show them Mary and the power of her ‘yes’. She to whom Gabriel announced the seed that by the power of the Holy Spirit would give access to the Light of the world. She it is who brought forth the King of Kings, the only one whose arms can reach us, the only one whose light conquers the dark.

Hello darkness my old friend..

You will birth Jesus in me again.






  1. Theresa
    Dec 22, 2015

    I love the words Caroline. They really speak to the soul don’t they? Could use a little light on those dark recesses of my soul! In my prayers this Advent.

    Merry Christmas friend. xo

    • Caroline
      Dec 22, 2015

      Was just thinking of you today and wanting to send you Christmas blessings and prayers.
      Yes, a little light in the dark recesses is most welcome.

      Merry Christmas dear Theresa. +

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