Livewire Devotion

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.

The Madness of Need

Every past wound, and the sword I keep near them, are but pinpricks compared to how You ruin me, and fill me Yours.

Readily and willingly, thirsting for His keep.

There is vast containment in His embrace, while I explore all relation within it.

I watch You as You weigh these gifts and taste them— each one something to unwrap when and as You please.

I need You—my sweetest flame, my breath of truth—undoing fear and igniting devotion.

My spine unfurled— a flower, too.

My devotion-heart, my form and soul— held in His attention.