2018

Could it be despair that held me tight

in the wintry evening and the night

I could not see a way to carry on

Everything was wrong and I was done

I saw great blackness all around myself

I could not be restored, I had no health

I had reached the end of seeking aid

G-d alone knew all the coins were paid

Inexplicable, the golden light

That made a sweet shawl round me on that night

Impressing me with kindness and goodwill

Holding me until I ‘d had my fill

Most sensuous, most tangled with love’s grace

Surrounding me, protecting my lost face

As if the arms of love were something real

That anyone who knew this must reveal

Only if we reach the darkest point

Will the force of Love with light annoint