DARK's prayer (for those being taunted by the light)

dear lord,
for years i have walked in near constant darkness. the hardships of doubt and despair, rejection and refusal, the trial and error, self denial and indulgence in the uneasy comfort my tribulation brought me. there was a sort of honor in the single man's fight for actualization. Lord, the revelry, the relishing in it -- tempering my resolve to brilliant cut and flame polished, my steadfastness to a singularity's denseness-- i felt pride in my fight. lord, i knew, because you told me that if i walked 1000 miles toward my goal, you's carry 1000000 more. i, even during those sleepless nights where the doubt would gently rock me to wake every second tock, even when the days were wed and afternoons were breakfast fed, never once left your path. you told me to walk, lord, and i did. and i was rewarded! oh, the bounty was poured from on high: love and happiness from the one you smelted for me, and my goal, the one you sent my mother when i was young, was beset in my path. i could taste victories, luscious and wholesome, in the air, and i relaxed.

lord, the pains i went through to do everything the right way. i made the grades, i made the scores, i wandered through my desert for my 40 years. why, lord, must i be forsaken? why must my goal be thrust even further from me? the lusciousness has left the air. there is only the stench of what should have been. but lord, if your will is for me to bear this cross for a while longer, then i will walk these next 1000 miles with my head held high. if it is your will, i will walk until the air becomes luscious again

Amen