Anonymously Ardent

Anonymously ardent and heavy

Fierce and piercing through

The ominous golden fleece of Jesus

Who could thought it through

The only thing was to levy the opinion

Of trusted ones to 

Give me hope in my pastime

Sorrow was helping me to

Heal me of drowning and fire

No hope but to admire the cape 

Of crucified Jesus....

The only thing to envelope me

I hope it's the remedy

And wholeheartedly

I heal my cuts and my bruise