Hands from heaven descend on him
Gently raising his head onto her benevolent fingers
The crown of his lifeless body
Lies peacefully in her palms.
Holding him close to her chest
Ego fades, his spirit rests.
Marble textured stone-like skin
Flesh and bone, his organs within
Reduce to dust
As they were in the beginning.
The sand of her former servant
Disperses between her fingers,
Drifting peacefully back down
To the Earth from which he was risen.
His gift of life was not the beginning of his being;
A soul who had wandered lost in the sea
Directionless, without purpose, lonely.
Any influence had been better than none
Even when professed by a negative one.
The master of everything above, below and within
Cares for his children unconditionally.
A misguided traveler
Tossed violently through the torrent of souls
Spirals endlessly in an eddy of chaos
Anchored by the predatory influence of those scuttled by hate.
Tainted, shadowed or stained maybe.
But not corrupt.
Her motherly hands at this time too
Had reached calmly from the heavens
And cradled him lovingly into her bosom.
Thus from dust he was given life.
