Drenched in heaven's driving tears
With bending knees and tingling scalp
My glasses whining in my ears;
He's drawn me to this holy place.
Trembling in His phosphorescence,
I'm wincing from His gleaming face,
Shying from His holy presence.
Streamers reaching from my heart
Do not draw the heavens there.
Though I do my trembling part
Heaven draws and meets my prayer.