Ashes for Beauty… His Glory in Clarity ~

?Ashes for Beauty…

                        His Glory in Clarity

For even if I traded all notions of speech in its purest form, no words would glide pass my lips worthy to define my thoughts towards him. Freely, I dream him when I’m not sleeping and I dance with him in my slumber.  In fleeting moments he is the piece of me I wish I didn’t need, then I drown in him again and its worth it every time.  As we take each step closer to the other side, glancing at the footsteps left behind, I am chasing him relentlessly and I don’t know why.

This prearranged destiny bears no choice of mine, it is known by all the Hosts, I am going…Willing or unwilling, for his fate has been sealed and mine follows behind.

His ways exchange light within my soul, while his breath covers me in the shadows of love. Each encounter with him sizzles the darkened corners of my reality, unequalled by the fairest in the land.   In pure sacrifice he exchanges my ashes for beauty, to him I am a flower he wasn’t searching to find.   Progressively, I await this love I’ve been granted once again, perpetually I dream of him when I’m not sleeping… Entangled I search for a glimpse of his longing, while scared I sit covered in ashes… Falling back, into him each time.

At last my love, in remembrance embraces.

For my ashes transformed… Are his beauty. He is my clarity.

This is a simple story, which ending is not a tragedy.

And although I await, with unleashed expectancy, he is faithfully right on time…

 To appoint unto them that mourn in Zion, to give unto them beauty for ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they might be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he might be glorified. Isaiah 61:3

Excerpt from Marked By Heaven’s Serendipity ~ Angela