When you are lost in a sea of dark thoughts
That hold you in sorrow and keep your heart locked,
When only cares and wants girdle your life
And plague you with mourning and endless strife
Know prayer holds you up in the morn of
God’s Infinite Light.
Long ago and always, the saints spoke of our souls,
Saying we are as Job in his witness when he met only woes.
Job fasted and prayed, he knelt as he spoke:
“Fasten prayer to your understanding
Cling to nothing
But ask to be free
Of the image of life that seems dreadful and dour
Fasten thy prayer although weak
In thy holy noon hour.”
His eyes uplifted
He rose naked but cold
Arose naked and free
And full in his power.

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