divinitas

The refinement: divinitas


Cautiously entering into solitude once again. This time is short, precious - When awake I write and detail with the keys beneath my fingers what the longing is within me. It's been a while. I dream of who I am to meet  - who I will one day be. There are utterings of pursuit, there are moments of flutters, but without that satisfying contentment of who I desire. I am challenged to be glamourous in all ways, gracious with an heir of sophistication in this divine conspiracy. A Sofia Loren. To marry pearls with rubies, wake before the dawn and write the longings of my soul, My prayer for authenticity is matched with an equally deep longing to be more like Him. He is the authentic me. I need Him. 


{  He  is  a  lover.  Looking  for  a  lover. With  one  pulse  of  His  heart  I  am  in  love.  }


There is nothing like His love, there is nothing so sweet, ethereal and divine as He. I desire Him with a thirsty, unquenched core. I will not relent until I know Him more. He is my need. 


I imagine that my love for Him could break the correlation with another, it is so strong I know nothing as beautiful. There is a bond deeper than I know now, but of that bond does it compare to Him? ...