I unfurl toward the light of a new day, hope in my heart, vulnerability center stage.
I unfurl toward the light of a new day, hope in my heart, vulnerability center stage.
Readily and willingly, thirsting for His keep.
He carves me out from what cannot serve me.
Honey drips down me—golden, sticky, sweet. His.
White flames of desire lick my soul into motion— a knowing from long ago.
He kissed my sorrowed brow, my depressed weather, He moved, my heart came back alive to His gentleness.
You embody the ley line—ancient, from another time.
I heal in spirals, peeling back the layers, revisiting wounds with fresh eyes.
I slept best after my feet touched earth, and nighttime light kissed my crown to sleep.
His words trickled drunken down me, sweet poison meant, working through my nervous system in ways both calming and shocking.