There is no cry as deep
as my sense of loss,
no sleep long enough to forget,
no wail as plaintive, and
no howl loud enough
to protest this fateful event.

How am I not to pity myself
and the rest of this world
that stood powerless and impotent,
robbed of the living presence,
the proof of God?
I descended to the level of
green and yellow magma,
where my eyes, my heart,
wept acid tears until they bled.       
Let these words of faith resound
and shatter all my fears:  
Beloved, you are eternal…
all else is dead!