28.10.2007, 10:20
FAITH IN DOUBT.
SOUGHT to keep the way of life 'twas hard ;
Beneath me yawned the darkness, wide and deep,
I saw the blinding mists around me sweep,
And spectral forms of fear the pathway barred,
My footsteps to bewilder and retard.
No help was left, save on my knees to creep
Close to the crumbling edge, and cling and weep,
With weary limbs, and hands all bruised and scarred.
For this, methought, was faith with desperate trust
To grasp the worn-out relics of a creed.
Beneath the strain they shivered into dust ;
I reeled and fell oh, where ? upon the breast
Of Love divine, and there, at peace indeed,
My soul in heavenly darkness lies at rest.
SOUGHT to keep the way of life 'twas hard ;
Beneath me yawned the darkness, wide and deep,
I saw the blinding mists around me sweep,
And spectral forms of fear the pathway barred,
My footsteps to bewilder and retard.
No help was left, save on my knees to creep
Close to the crumbling edge, and cling and weep,
With weary limbs, and hands all bruised and scarred.
For this, methought, was faith with desperate trust
To grasp the worn-out relics of a creed.
Beneath the strain they shivered into dust ;
I reeled and fell oh, where ? upon the breast
Of Love divine, and there, at peace indeed,
My soul in heavenly darkness lies at rest.