Lachrymose refrain, the counting of teardrops within the rain.
No reason, no method, the abandoning of madness.
Wrestling angels, thwarting myself, forgiving others,
Isolating alone with God, predestination, understanding.
Nothing at all, nothing, empty, eyes staring, heart blaring.
The Eucharist remains, standing aright, lofty and intense.
Above, through storytelling colorful stained glass,
Beaming, passing prayers of a cloistered chapel,
The sun penetrates within.