In a moment all my stars fall to the ground.
A thought, a dream, a whisper,
and all the hope I found, gone.
Gone are the days when I saw the light,
filtered through the azure blue.
Gone are the times when smiles found the faces of those around me so easily.
Every last word has been forgotten.
Every song that has been sung has faded.
Memory itself has failed me.
I look upon the stone-cold that greets me,
the ground from which I came.
The trees sigh instead of singing with the breath of God in their branches,
My breath has left me,
the Spirit of God that was in my nostrils.
I feel the darkness penetrating deep.
The fingers of death have laid hold upon me.
The Adversary’s sibilance of hate presses upon my ear.
There is nothing left but to rest,
to sleep and perhaps waking brings a brighter day.
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