My vow to You is cosmic.
The art of remembering through motion and meaning.
My vow to You is cosmic.
My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.
A moth appears with illumined wing tips— her wings significant lights that glow— Acceptance.
Clear nectar follows the midrib of leaf to tip, spilling over… I wash — flooding sweet.
A flip of the switch and I light up from under shame.
Come for me, my Love. Draw me into Your orbit. Torch my heart for You.
I choose Him over and over again, loving my choice to be His.
He meets me where I’m at, reminds me He’s my God through love, not dominance.
The flame in me demands I dance ecstatic.