Mountains come and hide me!
Rains, pour on in torrents,
so that no one sees me.
Eagles spread your wings
and hide me in the shade of your wings!
Rocks of the great mountains
form into caves that I may hide.
Who will hear the cry of my soul
lost in deep penitent love?
Dr. Antony Theodore
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lost-in-deep-penitential-love/
