Three girls in shadowed grace,
Hands closed tight, eyes to space.
They sought a god with open skin
Something fierce to let them in.

Then came the light, a searing cross,
A promise to end their loss.
It carved the air in a silent scream,
A holy shape from a fevered dream.

Their faces lit in reverent glow,
The beam sank deep, and flesh let go.
Eyes welled red, yet none looked away,
Their faith was raw, their forms gave way.