Surely

See how the foreign flame kisses my wick?

I am kindled

so gently.

Goddess of wax

in my cozy scene,

melting in a soft love

I've never known

yet feels like

arrival,

home.

Together

my God and I

leave smoke stains,

heinous shapes

like a trolls face,

even drizzle color

to stain

the white window sill

so plain.

Yet beyond this—

our fragrance and shine are true

and transform the whole room

as we are too.

Oh surely

there must be something wrong

with your ideas of Divine

if you do not believe

the Beloved

to be both flawed

and so heartfelt.

Yes—surely

there must be something wrong

with your ideas of Love

if you do not believe

this to be

the formula,

the cosmic power

and safety

that's real.

♡ Offering ♡

I hope you've been feeling whole and divinely loved, lovely Goddess.

If not please take advantage of your complimentary discovery call, or go window shopping in the self-love shoppe.

(Psst there are free gifts in the shoppe!) 🍎

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