The roofless sky alone, curls of weightless sound and light

"All the world was gone in curls of weightless sound and light. The air was thick with the soundless falling of the leaves, so much so that the soft brilliant shade of green tinted all around, broken suddenly everywhere by the flight of tiny birds. A million sparrows flushed heavenward. A million finches soared, the brilliant sun flitting on their tiny outstretched wings. 

"Forever, ongoing, always in every cell and every atom," I prayed.
"The Incarnation," I said. My words rang out again as if a roof covered us,
a roof that could echo my song, though our roof was now the roofless sky alone."

- Armand