Waxing Poetic

Waxing Poetic

There are days when the Spirit fills you and it cannot be contained. Once we open to it, to her, she will posses you when and where she pleases. Some call her Muse, others name her God – I like to think of her as Lover. She strokes my soul with an electric hum – vibration and movement which cannot be resisted.

She is my Love and my Life and my Savior. She is the spark which ignites me and sets me on fire.

Yesterday, her flame grew so hot she melted wax and guided my hand to create something new…a work in progress.

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