God, part 1

Distant fires, shades of Morning in all her glory
The duel is over and Day has won
A well placed shot just beneath Night’s blood moon breast
The sun fills my room like a hot bath with roses
Soothing warmth, secure as a newly born babe in mother’s arms
A small wren sings, its small voice seems to carry like a thunderclap
God’s power is perfectly placed upon its tiny tongue
And my head, jigsaw puzzle pieces tumbling in their box
Assuring me that all is exactly as it should be
Windows become a milky pearl white, violet blooms of bending light
Life is breathed into every single object, auras overpowering
Esoteric messages broken down for an isolated moment
And if I stand too close, too still, I will catch fire