Blood itself is a jewel of garnet wisdom—
Shedding the Depths
The scales fall, flaking from my skin, revealing a pinking softness beneath.
Delighted on Aisle Four
Today I am animal-holy.
Pearlescent Grace
The taste of You: cedar and salt.
Cosmic Vow
My vow to You is cosmic.
Holy Devastation
My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.
Illumined Wing Tips
A moth appears with illumined wing tips— her wings significant lights that glow— Acceptance.
He Makes Poetry of Me
Clear nectar follows the midrib of leaf to tip, spilling over… I wash — flooding sweet.
Refractions of the Wheel
I am all of me—refractions of light joined, the center of the wheel, healing every spoke of my soul.
Dove-Grey Joy
Clouds, their condensation water streaking from the sky, dripping ecstatic lullabies across the grace of nature and my face.
Moonlight Spiritus 