By Brendan McLaughlin
When from the darkness comes no light, when from the weeping comes no laughter; when in the day we hope for night nor any comfort coming after:
Grant us your peace.
When in our confidence our fears Clutch at the heart and make us tremble; When in our joy we weep cold tears, And in our frankness we disassemble:
Grant us your light.
When in our love there is no care, And in our yearning we are dullness; When what we know we cannot dare, And we are nothing that is fullness:
Grant us your truth.
This is poetic and beautiful. Thank you for sharing.
Thank you!! Catching up!!