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Alone in my small room ,end-state despair
I wondered what to do ,go here or where?
I tried the doctor and the priest and then
Knew there was no answer from a man
I saw in my mind’s eye a tunnel black
To which I was dead heading on my track
Abject and broken by a lover’s death
By his own hand, he tested out God’s wrath
I was held by golden clouds of fire
I felt the kindest love , the Lord’s desire
The tears ran down my cheeks in one great gush,
Acknowledging acceptance without wrathAnd so I turned to life and to my work
Pain and torment shall not make me shirk
How my heart sings 