There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.
There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.
Penance flowers into grace, into wisdom— where pain and bliss entwine
Hot is smacking up against His will for me, my own being unimaginative in comparison. Inspiration spurs me forward, or I’ll burn up in the heat of His tempt and make.
There have been imposters of us both. Until— I saw you. I felt you. And I just knew.