I sit in solitude

waiting, hand on mouth,

in patience.

And the birds are singing, glories to

The Almighty

And my heart is breaking with the weight of

With the weight of

Breaking

With the weight

I, with weight,

Am breaking

Broken, breaking

And my body still remains

And the Heavens change again

And stars fill void

Upon void and I

Am patient

Waiting

While

The air, with thunder, breaks upon me.

In the clouds that fill the earth,

That fill me

I wait.

Glory, fill me

Horror, industry,

And love all fill me.

Trembling souls are dying

On the lawn

And trembling heathens in the mine-fields

Spare none with their weeping

While the waning days

Turn light to dark to light to dark

And there is trembling in its constancy

A low vibration

Sharing sentiment with

the fearful