my body and my imagination
my body and my imagination
His effervescent grace slides in, all around me, and my breath deepens, steady.
I hold it. He holds it with me.
It’s settled between us.
Compassion and gentleness are tools of the trade.
His guidance holds my heart gently to flame as I silently beg He consume it,
He slides onto the countertop effortlessly and gets down the new novelty mug I received for Christmas.
He’s answering every single prayer I’ve said.
Make a wish if you dare.
Let the chaos of correction be healing, my Love.