Falling Down, to Stand Up

I'm coming down
From the highest of altitudes
Trapped in this torrent of Gods breath.

Soon, it seems,
I will be a maelstrom.
A herald of sorrow and pliant will.

Galvanized by compunction.

Yet I can see it!
The horizen just past the dark.

I can feel some semblance of it,
The warmth.

The need to be.

The will to be.

But not yet it seems.
The chill of Heaven still remains,
And I am affraid of it.

Its clean streets,
And its gilded downtown buildings.
Its shadow,
And pious peace.

I just want the warmth.

My decent feels real now.

I can feel the dawn
Its rapid approach
can outshine any light Heaven births.

My arms outstretched
I welcome the sun!

These cotton cocoons are warm to.

My long lost blue....

I can't cry now,
Not in the presence of God,
He won't have tears leaving heaven.

The rays break,
The trumpets go deaf
And I feel it again!

The warmth.

But it stings.
It burns, and blackens me.
It shatters my bones,
And envelopes my eyes with rage and fire.

The warmth is gone again.
Fleeting.

All that I feel now is torment
and fire!

Is this Hell?

No, not yet.
I still know happiness
and the name of my brother.

The air is thicker now,
and my pace has quickened.

I see fields against the dawn.
In the shadow of a mountain in the distance,
I know this place!

My home.

A hand now grips me tightly.
I am scooped from the flames
and held close to the breast
of a man I do not know.

I can't speak.

Where is my dawn!

But I am...
I am warm.

Can it be?

This stranger has the warmth!
My warmth.
My Heaven.

I succumb to this hand,
This warmth I am unfamiliar with.

The fall is so distant now,
This creature that holds me
is convivial and strong.

Finally, I can see the blue again.

The freshness of the world
fills my lungs.

I have lungs again.
I have eyes and teeth.
I can feel skin on skin.
I have it!
I am free from Heaven!

With my eyes I look up and behold
the man who holds me.

It is him.
It is the warmth I returned for.

God has loved me today.

He has set me free.

And I am finally warm.

Finally, I can set a fire
my pain, and sorrow and let them burn
on a pyre of dreamscapes.

Because I am warm
And free,
And alive.