What have You done?

What chaos have You wrought in me?

I awake daily to find new fervor wound into my flesh, stitched under my skin where Your name lives engraved on my bones, woven in with threads of spirit and sinew.

And so, I bear the scars of loving too much, and too hard.

May others always see my heart, splayed open toward Your gaze.

May those who wish harm to me flinch away, as they cannot approach Your aura–it dances around me in violent flares.

May I be a home for You, Sky-Treader, just as You are home to me.

May Your mark on me remain searing and vibrant, and may I ever be unashamed to dance a fool’s dance for You, my Hearthfire.