PROPHECY They shall be raised in strong wind upward through rain by no hand. Of themselves they shall say we weep into our eyes, into our bodies, like stone pierced by a river. And though they ask where is life? and where death? and their sighing sound like singing, the assembly of life and death shall be broken, and the nation of things partial, corrupt shall be lost to them forever, shall flow with time away, like rain gathered on the surface of earth shining for a moment until it runs inward, unreachable, bright no more.