When peace discovered me, circumstances began to transition into newer positions out from under hardships way without mental effort. Surrendering to sync into mutuality with the angels speaking down to me behind clouded clouds. Flames shaped into crosses- i saw the candles lighting from across the room but in a different light now. He left symbols in melted candles, in molten wax to prove my witnesses. Watching the fire dance as the wind rushing down the chimney blows it into flames wanting fun. Residing at the sitting room windowsill but its movie time so i move in closer to retreat into other stories. The fire flashing my future in front of my eyes- thoughts gone into sparks as kindling- wood burning the cold and warmth filling the room from dreaming-
The fire symbolling security in needless possibilities to heal body cells gone into hibernation but already healed under his eyes. Private dreams do not go missing or get ignored, they become repurposed under a different purchase under a covenant with God. The candles are lithe each night to read rhymes, but each flame predominantly stays lighting in eyes filled with obscure wonder in silence that isn’t wounding only healing- A love from a holy spirit visits.