Master's Touch

Slipping out of darkness,
How desperate my nights have become,
holding onto stardust
waiting for the world to end.
Please take your gaze from me,
the pity turns my soul to dust and ashes.
Hobbled by so much decay,
fragments slip through my lifeless fingers,
falling snowflakes in Autumns wind.
I  had chosen my casket when you shone the light in my face.
“Here I am!” I cried.
There, like a hand from God, your strength brought me to the surface.
Following your light I became free,
shedding the snake skin of lies
and delving into the hope of your firm touch.