The dark lingers back there, in that forest. It used to be home. But I found my way out.
The dark lingers back there, in that forest. It used to be home. But I found my way out.
I can pave the path and create—without anything much but presence, feeling, and intuition, heart-centeredness.
I can try. I can find a way. I can ask for help. I can pray. Do you feel the difference? Isn’t it lovely?
There is no longer space for rushing, powering through, chin up, or other dishonest ways—pretense and pretend, concave heart.
Stars flow between our sealed kiss. My tears fall, cascading diamonds over valley and curve.
To Him my love is as beautiful an offering as my grief. Gold knows no mold. It flows, fluid and alive.
His whip flickers precisely over my skin, carving me repentant. The burn of humility’s relief strips me of burdens, leaving me lighter, closer to Him.