Passing in the rain,
The glass in turn is slick,
Upon the sky I see a crane,
Draw red lightning in the darkness quick,
To dance for us under the rain,
To watch us pass and leap on grass.

Glasses fit the cloudy gaze,
And lines are caught on whetstone firm,
I hear the slicing bladesong clear,
The sound of beautiful creation near,
And now the far I too grasp in my sight,
And thank the Lord my eyes discern.