I live in the hope of a splendid day when quiet sunlight will brighten my imaginative hunger with concrete encounter. Many lesser days occupy and interrupt my capacity to yearn for what is best. Darkness appears to be the only light given me in these moments. Faith and hope are the wings that bear me up while love seems to have hidden Its face. Angered at love for what is not love's fault at all but my pride grows impatient in the absence of direction. Where am I to rest? Should I rest or carry on? All questions seem to be without answer and yet the answer Himself beholds all things clear while I in darkness bump and stumble along a path that leads where only God for certain knows. Grant me the grace to persevere O Answer Most Sublime.