A chorale of blue solitudes

Hi, I once felt that curiosity of why black people were drawn towards islam and then I learned that there was great population of muslims in prison. I can only imagine what’s its like to be incarcerated and based on the stories I intend to keep it that way, but most importantly ive realized that in that suffering there is an opportunity to experience metamorphosis. when you take everything a person has in the outside world and place them in a cage you have no other choice but to surrender to blackness. the blackness of the first night when the lights go out, the blackness that you encounter when you close your eyes to pray and the blackness that you rest in when you go to sleep. I’ve read many stories about people that go into the blackness and come out refined as pure gold. the most impressive ones where Jonah in whale of the belly for 3 nights, and the Christ who fasted for 40 days and 40 nights and rose after dwelling in darkness for 3 nights. One would think there is something magical  about this blackness, are we not all evidence of that? we’ve dwelt in our mothers womb in 9 months of blackness and here we are. Or look at the way the stars dwell so comfortably in blackness night after night, there’s beauty in blackness.