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HAPPY BIRTHDAY, Elijah! Thank you for being you. Hwyl Fawr i chwi!
Cold Upon the Mountain
It is cold upon the mountain of my need -
My need for him. It is cold, indeed.
But I am not cold, for something warms me from within,
an incandescent blaze, that lights up all
it touches. All it sees.
It is circumscribed within one hour,
within one perfect day,
and filled with tender speech,
and warm caresses.
It glows, like flame,
and reaches far within, to warm, and to sustain.
Why should I wish to be warmed by it?
Why should I not take the lesser path
and leave my heart to beat in peace and
in untouched, unmoved solemnity?
Am I a moth reaching for a secret flame?
Because He is, I am.
And where He is,
the sun shines warmer,
the earth smells cleaner,
the flowers scent is sweeter.
Because He is,
the days are filled with joy.
Because He is - I am.