Thin dark horizon Then rays of hope transcend upon My streams of tears.

Glass streams trickle by Conifers towering high While silver clouds fly.

Outstretched arms twine trace The path of Dawn’s blaze Through darkened white haze.

Silhouetted Slighted by hovering clouds Salves scars ere instilled.

Day in and day out The Bread and Wine washes me Within and without.