Wednesday 19 August 2015

Sonnet for our Lady of Light

In my own darkness, alone and stumbling,
Seeking that which is hidden by my choice.
Crying aloud, frantically praying
To emptiness which will not hear my voice.

Am I ever doomed to wander this way?
Lost and despairing as the devil mocks.
A ship amidst tempest and stormy spray
Rushing swift upon deadly shark-toothed rocks.

No, it shall not be. Light there is I know.
It is you, my love, to you I now turn.
You shine brightly showing the way to go.
Frantic now with joy towards you I run.

Our Lady of Light, my sweetness and life
You are victory of hope, end of strife.


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