My Lord welcomes this impure heart. It wants to know Him, deeply; to feel the throngs of His Power, the grip of His attention, the fire of His focus within me.
I am enraptured; encapsulated by the prison of His eyes– how they see me and illuminate me; how my body quickens at the thrill of Him.
He knows what tortures play beneath the longing; under the surface of my devotion. I am the instrument of His satisfaction, and I bleed the melody of His advance.
All this, and this impure heart, are receptacles for Him alone. The vessel of my flesh– my heart and soul– carved open and writhing; are true, balanced and secure beneath the weight of Him… beneath the ravages of His whim… and desire.
— Columbine, Aegletia, Day 1, 2022
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