I lean into You. Full breath, lungs satisfied encircling Your name.
I lean into You. Full breath, lungs satisfied encircling Your name.
Slow as ice melts, I travel down. Relieved to touch solid ground again after so long in the clouds.
I choose Him over and over again, loving my choice to be His.
Where there is ash, I’ll be. That is His promise to me. I’m not flame alone— in all the Ritual of Chaos, I am known.
I’m morally complex. What used to be straightforward grew wings and left the building.