Loss – Prayer of Longing for the Divine

One hundred days adrift in seas of night

While clouds of darkness hover over me,

Have I a pilgrim stumbling towards the light

Through loss descended into entropy?

All round me seems unreal, illusion's mask,

The centre is estranged, a hollow place,

And effort towards the goal a hopeless task

For one who can no longer feel the Grace

Or see the smile that broke the nether grip

Of forces that could work with one their will,

Awaiting their chance, the inner guard might slip,

Then on the soil of nescience cruelly spill

The sacramental wine of offering,

Or cast the spirit down in pits of mire.

O loss that beauty bear this final sting

Of death and body be consumed by fire.

I know that hands unseen, unfelt, uplift

And through these trials the soul ascending higher

Shall realize in time Their priceless gift,

In gratitude fulfil the heart's desire.