Splintered
As the wind swept past me, pulling me near,
I could hear all the sadness, hurt, and fear,
The howling anger of far away emotions,
Judging, finding their own vacant notions.
The serene calls of nature, tugging me in,
Making me recognize my own blatant sin,
As the showers of coldness blanket me bear,
I hear my tears shatter, sense my heart tear,
Raging inside of me, flowing within,
I hear the angels of heaven integrate to sing,
The consolidated love for them is splintering to me,
And as they change their tune, I hear that cherubic key.