It has been sometime since I recorded here, thoughts of our little brother Francis and of what he may have meant to his contemporaries - what he means today. I have been in regression, one might say since out of the depths of my deep depression no light has penetrated my darkness.
By this time I ought to be familiar with the tides that fall so far away from the shore that no human sign reaches them. Tides of my mind, have become my world and even the Saviour seems to have no help for me and so my Faith has failed.
Yet I have despaired and can no longer speak from the depth can no longer console me with possibilities of light-ending my darkness. And so I am.
