Haunting thoughts of past regret,
staves the joy so hungrily sought.
Deep void the present self does feel,
from inner battles waged and lost.
Vexing skirmishes wrought with pain,
bring lonely cries that wrench the heart.
Lost so long all hope does ebb,
that severed hope apart from God.
Salvo meus Christus,
I’ve been but a worm.
But You are Light, You are God
with mercy and joy untold.