Carved in His Hands

He carves me out from what cannot serve me.

Magic, Tangible

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.

I slept best after my feet touched earth, and nighttime light kissed my crown to sleep.

You’ll deepen your vow to Me,” He says softly, “through self-love, dear.

It’s time to bring back your magic again. Wake up, He says. The table’s been set. Let’s have fun—and get to work.

Inanna shows me the jewelry I made for Her. She smiles down as tears spill from me. Her hand smooths my hair.

I understand abundance is not limited— not by place or mind. It’s there, reaching toward us, with no filter.

There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.

I came to You with flower eyes and tear-song lips. I folded into darkness then light, shadow bright. Bleed me out to outpour love.