Branches of the Mirror

With you left the spirit of the light,
but when you reach Heaven we will regain sight,
for all that is just must be regained,
the sea always spits back what fell into its waves.

The nature of wrath is the dark among the sky,
the rock that pains bare feet all the way through,
but God's eyes will be the stars that shine,
and his hands have made you healing shoes.

A mirror may shatter into infinite pieces,
but they form a sea of crystal releases.
Now when you walk towards us again,
it will be you who's feet suffers pain.