Light of God

Slices, slivers and shards
Something I cannot name
Shoved away in crevices
Waiting to play the game

Stones with ore-dipped hues
Keeping secrets I do not own
Weighted down by centuries
All puffed up now, and grown

Streaming strident Light of God
The purest, whitest breath
Covering all who creep and climb
Crushed down to certain death

Footsteps treading rock to rock
Leaving the cave in shrouds
Brightest horizons lie ahead
Just beyond the clouds