This is actually a poem I wrote years ago during... a bad time.

As I lay me down to sleep, this pact I seal;
I pray the dark my soul will steal.
If I should die in that dark place,
That's one less day I'll have to face.
So while my body dormant lies,
Sap the fire from these eyes.
Steal the life from this still frame,
For in death there be no shame.
And as my spirit leaves this place,
I'll find sweet solace in death's embrace.

Mother Teresa had serious doubts but she continued.
Sometimes the flame seems to flicker but it does not always go out but revives and gets brighter. Hold on to whatever gives you hope.

froggy

David,

That's a powerful statement, and I think it's important you have shared it. I think it's always the best way to share how we feel; if we can do that honestly, then we can face these feelings and do something about them. But what chance do we have if we cannot even be honest with ourselves about how we feel?

I hope you are no longer in that dark place.

Much love,
Larry