Heart-Rise

Heart in my throat— thick as a globe of light rising up to speak

Torrents of Light

Down my body I spill open—torrents of light and sound.

Heat—flame starts between my shoulder blades, spreading into wings that cinder and spark. The bell of my soul rings, awake.

I unfurl toward the light of a new day, hope in my heart, vulnerability center stage.

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.

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.

I tumble over—rapture of overflow, no boundary to keep me composed. Tears quake me wide awake, raw, vulnerable.