Fin

We bleed through intimacy 

Like a time that is too heavy 

Angels descend from the sky

And I am coming 

To terms with this moment 

With no value 

I am coming 

Back from where I was sent

There is a silence too dark for halos to light its way. 

Where am I? 

Angels, armed, descend from the slit of the sky and I am coming to terms with this moment. 

Where is this?

Is this the end of me?  

I trust God 

After all 

He opened the slit in the sky

The Angels are still descending 

Defending this moment 

I am coming 

I am coming 

I am coming