Pain pierces my soul,
It radiates to my body,
The mind closes in on itself,
What has remained of me?
Thoughts that scorch like fire,
Words still true,
Questions to which You know the answer,
I’d like to fight, but I no longer can.
I’ve known silence that never lies,
In it, I found freedom, and thus You, Lord,
I feel death’s breath on my back,
So close that I cannot escape.
Time takes away memories,
It distances from people fixated on themselves,
Everything leads to You, God!
In You, I find Logic and Truth.
In discussions, nonsense and lies,
Thousands of years have changed nothing,
They still build new Towers of Babel,
In the silence of prayer, I close myself alone.
Pain ceases to be suffering,
With it, I fully give myself to You,
I’m sad, God, until death,
Yet in Your light, I find myself.
Arkadiusz Niewolski
Catholic during the Great Apostasy 
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