At life's most testing moment, when <br />the grieving heart's replete, <br />a prayer that is most potent then <br />I call up and repeat. <br /> <br />There is a power, suffused with grace, <br />when living words combine, <br />a breath beyond the commonplace, <br />that holds a joy divine. <br /> <br />Like dead-weight slipping from the brain <br />now fades my unbelief - <br />I trust again, shed tears again, <br />and such relief, relief…<br /><br />Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prayer-97/
