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Devotional Fragment LXII: Where Shelter Finds Me

⧼ Shelter comes softly to those who wait with open hands ⧽ As the hymns play on My heart races with each note, Ascending into the heavens— a plea wrapped in melody.

The last candle had burned low, left to wander the hollow pews with nothing but echoes and the weight of unanswered prayers.

But then— a warmth beneath the silence, a hush that felt like arms, a shelter I prayed for, quietly, desperately.

Not redemption, not return, just presence. Enough to keep singing through the ache of hope and longing coexisting.

⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆ Held, even when I feared I wasn't. -Ro

Devotional Fragment LXXVIII: Sanctify Me

I need your hands to wander my body with the reverence kept for holy things.

Bite me into sin; weather me with desire. Drink the blood where your scriptures carve their crimson psalms.

Burn me. Sanctify me. Worship me in ways so unholy even the gods avert their eyes.

I want to drown in the gospel of your skin, to lose myself until I’m nothing but the pulse beneath your palm.

Take me where prayer dissolves— where mercy ends and only hunger remains.

Make me remember what it means to be both altar and offering.

Devotion Fragment LVI: Without End

⧼ a vow etched in silence ⧽

Hold me in your echo Make space in your silence I could live there with you An eternity at your side

My devotion will never waver Your darkness doesn’t frighten me I’ll bring you the light Whenever you shudder

We can tumble down Hands entwined I won't let go I'm here for life

And if the world forgets your name, I’ll carve it into my soul— so even in the silence, you will know: you were loved without condition, without end.

⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆ Just reach for me— My hand is already yours. -Ro

Devotion Fragment XLIV: What I See In You

⧼ I’ve named the burden so you won’t have to ⧽

Your energy isn’t the same.

Your shoulders bend— not from posture, but from something pressing beneath the skin.

Your eyes look tired in that way hope doesn’t fix.

What is weighing down your heart? Name it— or don’t.

Just let me carry it. I’ll hold it as if it were mine, until you remember how light feels.

⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆ Let me carry it—because you don't need to bleed alone —Ro

Devotional Fragment LXXV: Worship

You’ve let me in too far— I no longer stand at your threshold. I move within your altars, humbled by the silence of your worship.

The sanctuary of walking beside you makes me bow low, as though your breath itself were a sacrament.

You ask if I want your devotion— but you already carry mine. It rests in your soul, quaking where you feel me most, a presence no longer foreign, but born inside you.

Only that I might hold, for a moment, the rapture you lay at our feet, I speak what is already true:

Worship doesn’t beg, my love. It just simply… is.

Devotion Fragment XL: The Temperature of Memory

⧼ sensation is scripture ⧽

Feather-light touches tracing my cheek— gentle, the heat barely warming a trail to my jaw.

My blood freezes under your gaze, ice under my skin. But when you press into me, I erupt.

Ash and ardor colliding in holy reverie, reminding me what feeling alive means.

Whispers of my name— a ghost on your lips, a recollection of what being loved feels like. ⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆༶⋆ The body remembers what the mind cannot name. A liturgy of sensation. Written for @versesbyaaliyah's "The Candlelit Memory" challenge.

Devotional Fragment : Convergence

in you i found a companion not one who expected things or held their hand out in return— reciprocation was never your tongue you gave as though giving were breathing

the journey was slow our silence stretched between steps soft as the light between storms we did not need direction only the warmth that lingered when we walked side by side

your touch came like mercy not demanded, but offered you reached for me and i felt the dark inside me reshape itself into something that almost resembled peace

you carved a home there— not of stone, but of marrow and breath a quiet altar built from the parts of us that no one else stayed long enough to see

and still, there are nights when sweetness feels heavy when the old ache stirs beneath my ribs but even then, your presence hums steady— a reminder that tenderness isn’t performance, it’s patience

you remind me that love is not clean it is chemistry— holy water and flame meeting in the same vessel

i have tasted ruin and called it sacred felt the bitterness crawl down my throat yet in your breath i find the aftertaste softening as though love, this time, knows what it’s doing

time bends around us now rivers curling into each other our boundaries blur and what we were folds into what remains

if endings are just the body’s way of learning new prayers, then maybe this— this finding, this slow arrival— is the start of one

so if all devotion eventually collapses into silence— let ours collapse gently

let it breathe let it shimmer let it rest

beneath this endless sky, i vow to keep walking with whatever light we’ve found to carry its warmth into whatever dawn waits

i am unafraid to be made new again

Devotional Fragment LXI: Benediction Written in Flame

⧼ burn me ⧽

Your name is benediction And I scream it for salvation Every touch is burning me And I beg to be consumed by your flames

Let me vanish within your altar's blaze Unworthy, yet unrelenting Make ash of me, and call it holy

From embers, reshape me— A vessel of your fire Burning not for rescue, but for becoming

Liturgies spill from my mouth Praise, demand, need Begging for your blessing Desperate for this promised communion

I rise, cindered, and find you waiting in the embers, my hand in your flame.

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Your flames do not scare me. —ro