A Poet's Tears of Porcelain

As tears again bedew my cheek

To your knees I cling

Oh merciful one

Show me your glory

Was I not bruised?

Have you not healed?

They dance to silence

But your song I hear

Holy lord, fathomless god

tears flow

But the water is sweet

Holy lord, fathomless god

I fall as one dead

With quivering lips

Blessed be, priest and friend

All Heavens bow

In admiration

Fathomless depth

Measureless height

Great is your holiness