The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
The Divine seed takes root, flourishing, thriving possibility, hope.
Christ kisses our lips every time we take in air.
We turn a fiery grave into God loving star.
White fire traces my mind and relieves my heart its red—baptism. Pour your religion over me once again.
Root, aerial, forward— shining glossy and new with purpose.
Your warmth against my ritual feed, piping along the ridges of rust and salt, sparks a new beginning.