When The Weeping Down Beheld Its Mortal Thirst 



When the waters cover the earth once more 

And the great sea weeps again 

Darkness shall coke the dying light 

And the almighty king sun bleed 



Only then shall we come to know 

That which is our mortal thirst 



For heavenly realms is our soul athirst 

This pain is felt by man alone 



I remember when the transcendent moon 

Brought the lunar waves even higher 

Creation, from the vivid lucidity, an emonation 

Who am I? That created creation... 



Glorification be to your name and ways 

Thou art the bringer of greatness 

In your name we art lost 

We art but microcosmic dust 

We art by your extention 

Your limbs art our souls 

Your dark is our light 

Yet let not our ignorant prose 

Be he upheard by your manifold omnipresence 

For thour art wisdom personified 

Thou art the Transcendental