Pull
back let the cinders settle
The
fire which burns me is love
The
waste place cleared shines
It
bears fruit of heaven’s light
My
highest towers fly ribbons
My
lowest depths fill with gold
Love
holds the candle of my spirit
As
lights ripple through my night
See
music fall from their touch
Feel
shimmers as they pass by
They
are angels which help me
The
rippling lights lift me along
Not
for wanting them am I helped
Before
I call I am strangely heard
I
cannot fathom the love given me
Healing
love waits not for the asking
They
are broken my purple shells
Emptied
of my every deceit
No
lie now can slip past unseen
Laid
open naked the light enters
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