Seraph Soul
Sublime intoxication!
Behold the fiery seraph -
molten heart overflowing with zeal,
fearless eyes shining -
cutting through reality like a laser,
shying away from nothing.
She only sees the Truth.
Pure and radiant.
Beautiful ... and well aware of her beauty.
She would burn the world for you;
chase down all impurity and destroy it with fiery sword.
She would consume herself for you.
Submit herself to the fire at your command.
Service from a heart of strongest will.
Offered to you freely. Knowingly. Passionately.
If she is not enough,
she would do all within her power
to become what pleases you.
She trusts you.
Angel. Phoenix. Fire.
Who am I, my God and King,
that you have entrusted such a wondrous gift to me?
My soul ... my fireheart.
19 March 2024
Copyright © J. I. Thomas F. | Year Posted 2024
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