A soul in agony sings her song

And similar souls gather around 

Drums, guitars, heads banging along

Yelling, jumping, dropping on the ground 

Drives to madness the frenzied throng

Of souls in agony lacerating their wounds 

A soul in agony sits quiet and alone

Among similar souls with wounds of their own

Tears dripping, hands outstretched, heads bent down

They do not yell, or wail, or writhe or groan

Lips hardly moving, their hearts make this moan

“To God alone do I make my agonies known.”

Artwork by:  Kate Elizabeth Bunce