Sliver Leaves


A shudder and a gasp,
As my world is torn to pieces,
A battle with the voice of sleep

An overwhelming cry of comfort,
A calling from above,
Eternal rest,
At the golden path of righteous,
That God alone can travel

Rays of warmth,
Shine upon my,
Skin waking me to a world,
Where waters made of silver leaves,

Incense floods my nose,
Shaking me to faith,
I see the temple of the Lord,
Finally at home

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