Your orange-blonde hair hosts
angelic melanin
Plaited, touching your satin neck
A memory is born
Given perpetual white crests
Then inking colour into
dimensional space
Crowning
At home, our hands
Form a warm interweave
Your soul smiles, it boundlessly travels and returns
Cogent, more beautiful than time
A purpose resounds loud
Given propulsion to new lights
Where days gleam because of the Lord’s bright assurance
Dancing
At home, our hearts
Meld as our hearts conceive
His kingdom coming to Earth.