The clouds are grey and sunshine swept
by stormy brooms and brooding wind.
A tempest raging ‘gainst one who sinned,
the only one in the world not kept.
Security of a mystery so blind,
the drops shatter eyelids of the broken.
Tears shed from high, grace not a token
to trade with a maelstrom brewing unkind.
Soft voice, made hoarse with quivering;
emotion pours forth with drizzling pain.
Eyes lifted up to see what I could gain
A heart, made warm, to all delivering.