fireproof

One of the things
You find in Me
To do
Is love.
That is the end
And the beginning
Of drawing you to
Your ending
In oneness
With Me,
No longer two
Are we.
Love is the thing,
The seamless glue,
Binding you to
Everything
That endures.
Be sure
When my wrath
Consumes
Every foreign thing
Love is your covering.