The whirlpool of Your love draws me down, gently spiraling in turns and swirls.
Tag: Flow
The current of feeling, movement, and surrender, spirit carried in motion.
Crash Over Me
Suckling the marrow from Your earth.
Molting Roses, Living Fire
I come to You—broken, bruised roses, molting, disheveled. A vessel of love for You, at the turning point of our song.
Your Forest, My Religion
Tangled in your roots, my love, I find the freedom to be.
Moonlight Spiritus 