Alone in my small room ,end-state despairI wondered what to do ,go here or where?I tried the doctor and the priest and thenKnew there was no answer from 6 a manI saw in my mind’s eye a tunnel blackTo which I was dead heading on my trackAbject and broken by a lover’s deathBy his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath I was held by golden clouds of fireI felt the kindest love , the Lord’s desireThe tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,Acknowledging acceptance without wrathAnd so I turned to life and to my workPain and torment shall not make me shirk