She realized she was more when she starred in the mirror and saw Gods glory in her eyes
She knew her authority when she told violent dogs who were charging her child to stop and they obeyed
She new she was a god when she breathed life into a man who was dying and with her own hands healed his barren ness and set his soul free
She knew she was a healer when she laid her hands on a body ridden with fever and within moments the fever was no more
As a young girl she was intrigued by fires flames not knowing she was a certain kind of fire
Fire can purify and it can destroy
Fire can serve as light and it can bring the darkest darkness
Fire warms and it burns
It will take some time to wield it properly
Those burns do heal
With time
Creator God whispered in her ear
You are created in my image in my likeness
Do not be afraid to be who you are
Cease the fearing of your splendor, your majesty
Stand in the seat of your soul
And take yourself in
She sits up to hearken her ear
To the One who shepherds her soul
And then goes back to the mirror to see
The beauty, the bruises, the brilliance, the burns
Remembering her man is in her bed
She crawls back into bed and sits on top of the one who wants to know
He desires and to explore her soul
She pulls him up and close
Closer and in
Deep and then deeper
And as he moans in her ear
She moans back
Welcome to heaven
-Penning the Poetry