in my darkest tears, and what i thought was my final breath, i looked to the sky.
one last time to see its sparkling blue screen in separation.
behind was the face of the king of angels.
in his eyes were the same dark tears.
his face held the same strain.
his heart suffering this pain.
and in his hands i was carried, in love, in blood.
in amazement i stared until i forgot what it was to grieve.
his life was my safety.
his pain was my peace.
and my death is his glory.