Shooting with Stars of Awe

I have always known,
I was a slender
pale vein beating
in the throat of the earth
feathering at its nape,
and that I was rarely
noticed

but the hand of a god
was rested on the pulse
of me and a speck of dust
has been anointed by his hand

the Snow globe of winter
cracked open
as incandescent fingers
of light dropped through,
I knew then
this was a day
unlike any another

I was in
the thrall of madness
the last time
I felt the eyes of a god
rest on me

but now I've been touched

Is this the madness
of divinity
or a reality in awe?

I don't care, anymore,
this speck of dust
has now been mapped
by the hand of a god

and in his heart
there is a place
ever waiting my return

this simple speck
has found a home in heaven

kissed by the stars