Through me they fall, sheets of electric rain descending through my body, awakening fire and heart.
Offerings, prayers, and love poems for the Gods.
Through me they fall, sheets of electric rain descending through my body, awakening fire and heart.
I flame inside, holding all I’m given. Spilling nothing.
Honey, golden prayer, searched by sunlight and flowers.
The oil slides into the pan, pooling, spreading, heat-entranced.
Peel away my love to expose your liquor sweet, shining in the sunlight mist.
Forgetting all that would not carry, setting me purified, consoling the dead until reforged in Him.