all that is left

It is only late afternoon

but the shadow of the mountain

has evolved into deep darkness

and the clear night air

is now laden with cold

which works its way through my clothes

chilling

standing in the clear night air,

I raise my eyes to a sky that glows like a shower of sparks

and in that moment

the world fades

all the anxiety and the fear

the greed and the hate

shatter, like ice,

and fall away

leaving me naked

and still

all that is left is

Sacred

Sprinkling me

With quietude

and in that moment

I am in the hands

of

God