O Darkness to which we’ve been cast
We knew light before you
And boundless Beauty unsurpassed
By any beauty untrue.
We knew gardens before seed cracked,
Joy before joy was lost
To this prison, this sea of self and lack
In which we have been tossed.
O night of my soul, moonless dark,
Soon sobs will break silence,
The nightingale wake the lark
With a song of penance.
Soon, soon, stars will shine and the sun
Will make life rebegun.