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 wrath And so I turned to life and to my work Pain and torment shall not make me shirk
How my heart sings 