2018
Could it be despair that held me tight
in that February evening and the night
I could not see a way to carry on
Everything seemed dark 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
God alone knew all the coins were paid
Oh gracious mysterious glowing light
That made a warm 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 that darkest point
May the force of Love with light annoint
