Rage, rage against the dark.
Rage into the darkness.
Curse whatever is out there - even God.
Curse the pain - and curse Him who could take it away but withholds His cure.
Curse the sorrow - and Him who could comfort but will not hold us.
Curse the hopelessness - and Him who is hope for not showing His face.
Curse the dark future - and Him who is light but refuses to illuminate the horizons of our remaining years.
Rage into the night of your sorrows and despair. Know He is there, listening, hearing - fear Him not.
I fear more what the dark holds without Him in it than I do His anger.
I fear more raging into a darkness that conceals no God than cursing into a darkness that may indeed hide a God who may listen and hear the pain beneath my cursing -
Therein is at least the hope for compassion, whether it comes or not, because finally, hope is at the bottom of the rage.