Psalm of A Mortal Moth… By Toni L.A. Cross

Like a moth

Drawn to the light

I find myself

Wooed by a Flame

Close and closer

I soar near

Until I catch afire

Tiny flying tinder am I

Consume the powder

Of these earthly wings

Render me dust

Til I am truly free

Ruin me for all but You and Yours…

My only fear

                            Is

                                    the night

                                                          without

                                                                                  the Son

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