Droplets swirl until the sky creaks and shatters.

I would sleep for the rest my life,
wandering round my head.
Holy feats without aching bones,
fear without dread.
I would sleep for the rest my life,
wandering round my head.

A veil of tears, fatigue, they blind me to
My sculpture - anguished toil, dying groans.
But blood, redeeming, flows from wretched flesh
Into my hope, my love, my wretched stone.