Golden light,
I can almost see it now,
shining through the dark grey clouds,
striking like burning rays of fire against the monuments,
that stand like dark monoliths of a long-forgotten civilization...

from what was once darkness,
from those alleyways and streets of night they come,
walking out towards the golden light that shines,
nothing more than small dark shadows from where i stand
like ants against the dark giants that those monuments were...

Towards the golden light they came,
all the world in shades of black and gold,
the darkness ending and fading into where the light touches the world,
towards the light they all walked,
away from the monuments that they built themselves...

Into Her arms they walked,
humbled in their shame and hoping for her forgiveness,
for their pride and insatiable greed and desire,
for trying to control what was never meant to be controlled,
there was so much to atone for...

Into the Golden Light they walked,
and the monuments they built came crashing down,
buildings of concrete now nothing but dust,
clouds of brown dust that rise to the skies to be blown away by the wind,
where they stood now lay a barren land...

I see them now,
the faces that held humility and shame,
and hope,
fueled by the warmth of the Light,
the Golden Light,
that now embraces me,
and takes me into Her arms....