When darkness entombs & fear tightens
into a knot,
When seems distant the Beloved
though so dearly sought,
When a seemingly dreadful battle
Lies ahead,
And far away appears the lap
On which to nest a weary head,
Through the weariness of a
Careworn heart,
Like a rising mist of incense
A prayer doth start:
“Through every moment of whatever
I have to go through,
Give me this much grace:
Let me Love you”
