Shooting 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