Blackout Prayer
This much, O heaven—if I should ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ rave,
Pity me not; but let ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ in my madness ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ the grass ¦¦¦¦ grows upon my grave.
If I dare ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
Whimper and clamour, give me grace ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ of ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ God.
Thank God the stars ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ must travail in ¦¦¦ night ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦
Thank God my tears will never ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ curse ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦ a flower.
Men say the sun was darkened: yet ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦
¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ it beat brightly, even on—Calvary:
And He ¦¦¦¦ hung upon the Torturing Tree
¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦ ¦¦¦¦¦
(Blackout of A Prayer in Darkness by G K Chesterton)
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