wild fires of love 

  • My cogitation is surreal; my imaginations are wild and weird…
  • My agitation is real; my conformations are abstract and contrast…
  • My solace is ruined; peace too swiftly at large on that boundless journey…
  • My worries swell, overwhelmingly takes over in shadows of deepened pain and shallow grief…
  • But on the potter’s wheel am i broken and mended; softened and reshapened, polished and glazed in the wild fires of His beautiful love…
  • Break me, mould me, conform me ; spin me through the heat of love until I reflect you only and always!

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