His Heart Was Broken Because

​His heart was broken because
Nothing in this world pleased
Him. Nothing in this world was
Ever good enough. The dim

Lights, it was hard to hear
Anyone. He remembered how
Once all the lights had been
Turned on, colors blazed, the cow

In the field was radiant, he wants
The fields suffused with a simple
Light. But now the landscape shrivels
Up, the sparrows and the falcons crimple,

“I am in pain, I taste a bitter taste,
From the depths I call out to Him,
It is hidden beneath my tongue,
There, the thunder and the seraphim.”