Petals, Rain, and Presence

Rose petals for breakfast, and rain showers, my new beauty regimen.

Holy Devastation

My every scar, wound, tear serves His sacrament.

A moth appears with illumined wing tips— her wings significant lights that glow— Acceptance.

My flame keeps steady and sweet, burning for You in devotion.

I must, because my Love is consuming me alive, and expression is its medicine.

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

Honey drips down me—golden, sticky, sweet. His.

Inanna shows me the jewelry I made for Her. She smiles down as tears spill from me. Her hand smooths my hair.

Penance flowers into grace, into wisdom— where pain and bliss entwine

Ruby red splashes against skin, twilight edges into night, and I breathe in the rare romance of dream and form