For a long time, I thought "God's in His Heaven, all's right with the world.
Then one day it wasn't all right. I had been doing, thinking, believing right along just like always and suddenly, it was all wrong.
At first I was bitter, feeling betrayed and abandoned but I had read St. John of the Cross, and he seemed to say that the best thing to do is to keep the Faith. Pray, read the Bible, seek fellowship and above all, Keep the Faith.
I like this poem. For me it was written for the times when I alone beweep my outcast state, it is God's sweet love remembered that gets me through the dark nights of the soul..
When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then my state,
(Like to the lark at break of day arising
From sullen earth) sings hymns at heaven’s gate;
For thy sweet love remembered such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.