Brighter than our sun,
Bright as the window beyond death,
The light in the universe
Cleans the eyes to stone.

They prayed for lives without visions,
Free from visions but not blind.
They could only drone the prayer,
They could not set it down.

And windows persisted,
And the eyes turned stone.
They all had faces like statue Greeks,
Marble and calm.

And what happened to love
In the gleaming universe?
It froze in the heart of God,
Froze on a spear of light.