Soul has a deepest place

From there moans long and low

From there calls your name

Wails your name

Knows you

In the gravel

Innate and original

And from the low

Nothing is discernible

To all the hearers

Nothing is known

In all of this world

Even to the soul

But every tear letters a word

A language

An agony

A longing

Sent on beams

Riding through skies

Under the hand

To the hand

Of a prince

Who knows well

And hears

For there has never been a groan

He has not held

Or understood

So do comfort on