  –Prayer for the grace to live in nakedness and poverty in conformity to Christ…
(By Lindy Morelli)
When cold grief comes,
She sits right down.
She makes a home
Inside your soul–
She settles in–
There, spreading out
Her massive skirts,
Which smother you.
Like a thick, heavy blanket,
Pushing down; down; down!
Her bony fingers,
Digging in–
Her icy hands,
Go ‘round your neck–
She cuts off breath
And every hope of life!
O just be still…
My pounding heart!
Don’t question why
It has to be;
Just let the waves of sorrow roll
over your throbbing soul!
Breathe in,
Breathe out;
Breathe in,
Breathe out;
Lest you begin to drown;
Beneath the water’s cruel relentless force!
Just cling;
Just cling;
Just cling to hope,
Though you are weak and sick;
That someday soon,
Your soul will be set free.
Then rescued from all pain and loss
From suffocating grief…
May Christ, your hope,
His suffering eyes, see
His arms alone,
Your solace, refuge be.
In Jesus, may you daily walk,
In burning love and bliss;
And in His presence of delight;
On His vast love, subsist!
Mary, Mother!
Comfort;
Rest.
Your tenderness, secure;
Accompany us,
In all duress,
Be our foundation sure.
In blackest night,
Have trust, my heart,
Though strangled by life’s grief;
Your faith in God will carry you
And bring your soul’s release.
Be still my heart;
Don’t try to find
The why, for this or that;
For God alone can still the killing
Storm…