holy fury. . .

Without warning you spill your fire over me, burning to ash the lies that rise to combat your truth. Your ardor is unyielding. . . a holy fury spinning wildly around me, loudly declaring the oath that binds us. . . surfacing promise amidst all that slumbers in my deep. I hear your cry. It penetrates my fear. I weep with longing for you. . . Swallow me in your truth; drown me in your intent. . . I surrender.