O, Let the sparks fly!
Set ablaze, that’s how I can best describe it.
As the Hand of Saint Michael – Five Pointed Star, raises me up and strikes me down, forcing form, striking sparks.
From what? I do not know.
To what end? I do not know.
How does it begin? Now, that I know.
It beings with trust.
It begins with grace.
Oh, and with sincerity!
As bright as sunlight and deep as shadows.
That’s how it begins.