'There are times, bitter times, full of doubt and despair,
when we almost abandon the language of prayer.
When our lips and our hearts scarcely venture to frame
even His, our dear Master's own merciful Name.
When Mary, our Mother, seems deaf to our cry
and angels and saints seem too far and too high.
O! When God in His wisdom such moments shall send,
let one cry from our lips in His Presence ascend,
a cry full of anguish, yet trust let it be -
O Thou Who has made me,
have mercy on me!'
by 'A Religious,' LISTENING TO THE INDWELLING PRESENCE, Pellegrini, Sydney, pp. 217-218
Painting: M Nesterov, The Nightingale is Singing 1918, in US public domain due to age
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