Your presence descends like a veil on a bride.
Our space has been purified
Under the shadow of your wings.
All-consuming fire, glory as I have never felt,
Rests itself on my chest.
Embers fly.
Relent not.
Ever closer you come.
Light has declared itself victorious.
Eyes of fire will
Not look away.
There among the thorns, the
Lover of my soul
Especially there, he
Sees my substance.
So, I believe the word he says.
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