Do I hear engines
Or are the spirits singing?
Droning, our prayers rise
Filling all the browning skies
With His grace
Suddenly wind, hail and heat
Sweep me from my feet
As my body rises, I understand
This is Paradise!
Do the angels weep, (or) is this reign of tears
The sweat of His need for violence?
Was it ordained that Heaven
Should crown a mountain of suffering?
We may know the truth
But can we take the freedom entailed?
The wage of sin is misery, but the sinners
Feel no pain
It "trickles down" from them!