When the crushing dark ice was enclosing

And the horizon a terrible sight.

Who spoke the warm words, to comfort me at night?

 

When isolation became overwhelming

And there was nowhere left to hide. 

How silent were the voices, that could have asked me inside?

 

When so desperate was desperation

And faith withering dry on the vine.

How closed were the arms, that could have caught me in time?

 

When the ravaging nightmares rampaged

And all vestige of pride was devoured.

Where were the alms to feed me, in my darkest hour?

 

When the screaming demons were deafening

And they tormented both night and day.

Where were the shields of compassion, to keep them all at bay?

 

When the wind-blown seas were raging

And the storms seethed within and without

Who was at the lighthouse, to guide my ship to port?

 

When desertion seemed almost appealing

And much better than being alone,

Two Grace Darlings set sail in a lifeboat,

Calling, Dad, it’s time to come home.