On that glad night, in secret, for no one saw me, nor did I look at anything, with no other light or guide than the one that burned in my heart. This Night guided me more surely than the light of the noon to where he was awaiting me–him I knew so well–there in a place where no one else appeared.

St. John of the Cross, Dark Night of the Soul

Pictures from Gethsemane, one from the 1930’s while the color photo is contemporary and both show the same olive tree.

Come, come whoever you are
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving. It doesn’t matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair. Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times. Come, yet again, come, come…. Rumi