When through the dark of night in pain
I wander through the fields of rain
When nothing seems to be worthwhile
Still you are near through all the miles
I walk in sunshine and still the woe
Seems closer than a breath and so
I pace the miles within a room –
The room of mind that’s full of gloom
Yet in that gloom there is a spark
Of unseen hope in midst of dark
A smell that fire again may light
And bring perspective to my sight
A memory left both faint and dim
When I could feel and sing a hymn
Of praise to God and joy in life
Though all I have right now is strife.
Copyright Roger Victoria, 2006
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