Do Not Presume

The sky is deep, and I have come

To find its limits with probing hands

And grasp the stars with pale fingers

To find the End.

The first star sliced palm to bone;

The second found me handless.

The third took my arms,

The fourth my legs,

The fifth my head,

Till only my throbbing heart remained.

Pulsing fast and frozen in place;

No hands to do work,

No legs to carry,

No head to reason;

Only a heart, bare and dying.

But watch as a Light draws near

And forms body, legs and head,

A body of silver to protect

A heart that beats with Truth.

~M.G.