When in the dark

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
eems 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
snd 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.