The air cradles the translucent shadow
as the surrounding, opaque night
swallows, falling to the ruinous ground.
Timid, delicate fingers
ripple, peeling open the gateway of the sky.
A dulcet voice
whispers His sweet sorrows.
Overcast sweeps into the gaps
darkness overflowing to the brim.
Guilt--the relentless venom
Through our chapped lips
the strength to change murmurs in resounding echos
reverberating until they reach the firmament.
somewhere swiftly skimming the surface.
Until we fall upon our knees,
and lift our eyes to Grace.