#love their scars oh my god
kneeling before this gilded Altar
erected over a decade of longing
my God reaches forth
guides my lapsed soul with His own devout hand
.
oh blissful is this holy touch!
tracing the scars of my vessel
in reverence of my body’s past inflictions
and remnants of my truest choices,
which He views to be most beautiful.
.
the sky holds no answers
for my deity reigns here on earth,
His eyes adorning me with equal adoration
until once again We are falling,
falling, falling into this sacred ritual of
requited worship.
.
soft skin illuminated in bronze light -
psalms uttered in the air between Our lips
as bodies entwined are raised in exaltation,
the sum of Us congregating to at last reach
that glorious peak of Our love incarnate
.
The Church of Castiel and Dean Winchester - E.G
