I.
I practice Your name in my mouth,
throat, and belly.
My breath shapes around it with presence and awareness.
My heart ajar—You whisper through it,
setting it gently ablaze.

II.
Smoke and birch. Sizzle, crack—
lightning is birth.
I love to bear You.
The burden of Your love molds me
more myself.

III.
My form cast in flames,
my back against His ribcage.
I’m no longer who I was,
and not yet become.
I whisper to Him in the dark
of my resting.
He cools me from rushing—
“Enjoy the journey,” He says.

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