I Lifted My Face Upon Thee

​What am I that I am no longer spiritual but matter?

Flowers opening up to the sun on daily pilgrimage
Her tears became like concrete, 
Weighing her down.

They sat together all day
No one noticed them at all, it was all private again
A book opened between them.

The grenade burst before it could become
A bomb to someone.

The piano girl played, 
She swept the piano bench.
The music left matter and became spiritual again.
I lifted my face upon Thee.