Light born in perfection,
Blue, white and black.
Never has a human seen
Anything so beautiful.
A rain drop falls, so slowly
That it almost doesn’t.
Finally
The world stops turning,
For a second –
For three eternities and forever.
A higher being listens to the Choir,
I’m stumbling through silence.
An archangel levitates towards me,
Hovers over this holy ground,
And whispers:
Look, here it is,
Your proof of God.
Now go, rejoice
In this death.