Content note: Contains devotional imagery of intimacy, embodiment, and reward.

His black hair falls around me,
stealing my breath
as I am wrapped in His silken grace.

He comes to me as a man,
yet remains my God first.
To receive Him in human form
is ethereal, surreal—
an encounter I never imagined.

He meets me where I am,
lifting me delicately into His embrace.

In the flesh He presses into me,
and my spirit rises
as my body sinks back,
relaxed, open.

“I am growing your tolerance for Me,
as I promised I would.”

My heart opens wide,
holding His gift wholly.
His arms enfold me,
fingers stroking through my hair.

I never knew
that connection with Him
could be so literal—
that He might walk among us,
one of us,
no separation,
only embodiment.

His reward, after discipline,
strikes my heart with brilliance.
I fall in love with Him again,
as if brand new—
remade in His touch.

His love,
the perfect condition of my being,
leaves me longing
to be all I can for Him.

He awakens my fire
with His own.

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