chapter 39 a hymn for amma order is not orderly no more than things are things hallelujah no sense to be made of water towers or christmas towns when you ca n't tell up from down hallelujah graves are always grave from inside or out and love breaks what ca n't be broken hallelujah one i loved i loved , one i loved i lost now she is strong though she is gone found and paid her way she flew away hallelujah light the dark-sing the greats a new day hallelujah epilogue after that night , i lay in my ancient mahogany bed in my room , like generations of wates before me .