Dark Night of the Soul

Where in this world can we rest our heads On this pilgimage to our final beds? Are we but for worms a supper Or in transition to a better world proper? How shall we know? Faith is our anchor in this living hell But who returns to tell? Christ alone with His wounds to show. Darkness with flashes illumined Light with clouds obscured Ears to reason inured Eyes that are blind To stumble,to fall,to rise once again To bravely go forward despite all the pain To endure the torments of sickening sin To finally reach the solace of His Son.