I.
Where there is ash, I’ll be.
That is His promise to me.
I’m not flame alone—
in all the Ritual of Chaos,
I am known.

II.
Slurry with me, my Love.
Let my water cool Your thirst.
Does it heal the poison—
at least thin it?
I wish I could take some of the burden.

III.
I’m mortal,
and my heart infinite.
Human—yet my love resounds,
never a failing energy.

Opened to Him,
I stay receptive and listening—
prayer-filled,
spending my days
intertwining with His will for me.

Gratitude wears me
gentle and vibrant.

I tell the little girl I was: come see.
All of the past made use of—
we are in His arms now.

Finally, we can rest,
and enjoy ourselves.

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