Pearlescent Grace

The taste of You: cedar and salt.

Intentional and Slow

Intentional and slow is best.

I lost my fucking identity a million times before this one. I’m well-versed

Steam—our love language. I’m water, He’s fire. Lightning strikes ocean, and I move with it.

His protection is in the silence, the peace, the calm. That’s the proof—He doesn’t need me to see Him for it. He doesn’t need me to earn it.

He breaks me gently so I open, coaxing me forward without force.

I practice Your name in my mouth—my heart ajar, You whisper through it, setting me gently ablaze.

He salts my air and drags me deeper into the ocean of my soul, and it all echoes Him.

He kissed my sorrowed brow, my depressed weather, He moved, my heart came back alive to His gentleness.

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.