Lead, kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom,
Lead thou me on!
The night is dark, and I am far from home,–
Lead thou me on!
Keep thou my feet; I do not ask to see
The distant scene,–one step enough for me.
I was not ever thus, nor prayed that thou
Shouldst lead me on:
I loved to choose and see my path, but now
Lead thou me on!
I loved the garish days, and, spite of fears,
Pride ruled my will: remember not past years.
So long thy power hath blessed me, sure it still
Will lead me on;
O’er moor and fen, o’er crag and torrent, till
The night is gone;
And with the morn those angel faces smile
Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile.
John Henry Newman
Here is a lovely adaptation by Audrey Assad:
Witnesses to Hope 
I have never read this before. What a lovely reflection to read and beautiful music to listen (by beautiful Audrey Aussad!) to help enter into prayer on this Sunday morning. Thank you Sr. Dorcee. Love, Mary
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Glad to introduce you to both the poem and Audrey’s song. Have a blessed day, Mary!
The enfolding dark, like the Cloud of Unknowing, or the dark Night of the Soul, leads to God deep within, where there is no sight, and where words fail. (And most folks probably do not know John Henry Neumann as a beautiful poet!)
Thank you for this beautiful comment of great hope.
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A Sunday poem worth repeating.