The Despondency of The Soul. A Sonnet by Manatita

It hurts, not so much the searing bodily pain,

But a despondency of the Soul,

Such as only the mystics know.

I feel like one under water, struggling to breathe.

Only it’s a grief that fails to lift;

I am in the sea, and still being held under.

My sweet Lord, be merciful.

Listen to my anguished cry.

This child of Yours was vulnerable,

And most definitely the victim,

Of temptation-desires.

Last night I entered a chasm,

Visited the House of Darkness,

And now the sadness of the Heart is ceaseless.

-Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. ©Copyrighted. May 2^nd, 2015.

~Awakening the Inner Light~