Day 546: White Flags
∴
here,
watch and pray
as i raise the white flag
in the wilderness
that is
the soul.
You,
rest, keeper, and peace,
lay Your precious hands
upon my cheeks
and hold my gaze,
undeterred.
i consent
to tread
in molten metals –
in the crucible of Love –
and let my heart break
every now and again,
for the maker
of that heated mire
is in it all,
cup and call,
found in
transforming fire,
and fuse-forging it –
that broken heart –
larger,
filling it fuller,
to gladly spill
in exuberant surrender.
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