Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Splintered wood crackled and popped.
Every candle lit with intentional love.
A symbol arises inside and burns its place from memory
Flame touched the sky with licks of worship.
I am fevered of His love.
Red amaryllis, giant-stalked, shooting up toward the angels...
Salt thrown outward— a cast over fire.
Kissing everything with blessing.
Drawn close, pulled into it—curious of the spark.
I drank the oil like a wick, its purity touching my tongue—a tempered burn I welcomed.