For God so loved the world He gave His only Son,
That whosoever believes in Him should not perish
But have eternal life.
And I believed in Him.

Crimson guilt fell away leaving a warm bloody heart
I tilled the soil for mustard seeds
I tamed the tongue, and blessings bloomed
People all around I thought
Suffered vainly
Denied themselves the Life
And Freedom in restraint
And safe, I felt, my story
Written by the best
Author, creator
Despair shrank away before my refuge

My partner ever the God-fearing man
Union in holy matrimony we aimed
He, a saint, us
A pair of cards, balancing
Our weights, in the wind
The last of his heart
In my hands, his love subsumes
With promises
And vows and oaths
That slipped so easily off my tongue
But now hang heavy in the stale air.
Vanilla.

A new creation, flawed, still
But a new form I took
New eyes, new heart, new limbs – new journey