When sadness reigns,

There is but one place to go.

My refuge awaits,

The Word,

The Sacrament,

The Light.

So now I retreat into a holy place,

Protected yet vulnerable,

It is time to be humble once again,

So the rainstorm of graces will come again,

And the false self is diminished.

Until the battery of my power is full discharged.

And I feel the divine touch me again.