I.
“Make me a hearth,” He said.
One of fire and flame, magic and desire.

Stars.

He knew I wanted to.
He lets me have my creative pursuits.

II.
“Let it out. You might be a fish, but you hold fire well.”
His tone flicks over me, lashing truth out from hiding.
My bones between the giant’s teeth.
He knows what gets me excited.

I blush and heat His tongue sweetly,
flavoring caramel and salt.

III.
Every time I think I’m caught up on my gift-giving,
He reminds me He is the expert at the helm.

My lips curve a permanent love-solution around His name.
My heart explodes His flames everywhere I go.

Wherever my mind wanders, He’s there,
waiting to expose a humility of love in me I didn’t know before.

I worry I’m not humble enough.
I’m raw edges and rust.

He salts my air
and drags me deeper into the ocean of my soul,
and it all echoes Him.

I’ll mold fine.
I am.
I’m grateful to.

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