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Fragments of Heaven by Drakard-14, literature
Fragments of Heaven
In the common places, everyday spaces,
God is hidden, a divine concealed,
But look you well into their myriad faces,
God lingers there, a divine revealed.
With silvered tongue tasting molten gold,
Raphael sings his sweetest thunder,
Heaven's laugh, growl of blue zircon,
Mortal lungs rend the world asunder.
And when that shining son falls silent,
The sighs of Uriel fill the night,
In shadow warm, he dreams of science,
Mortal skin weeping muted light.
Neither song nor sigh for the gentle one,
Seraphiel breathes with the rushing tide,
One thousand colours of a setting sun,
Spill endless from his mortal eyes.
And when all are gone, search wel



