In My Darkest Hour

I ask not, Father, selfishly,
That I be spared of grief
While others know
The calvary of tears.
I can only ask that, should my hour come,
Resultant bitterness be brief,
That in a friend’s kind words
I may find some small
Measure of relief;
That thro’ my sorrow I may see
Your hand extended lovingly to me!

ST. ANTHONY MESSENGER