“…on the good ground, are they who in a good and perfect heart, hearing the word, keep it, and bring forth fruit in patience.
Now no man lighting a candle covereth it with a vessel, or putteth it under a bed; but setteth it upon a candlestick, that they who come in may see the light. Fore there is not any thing secret that shall not be made manifest, nor hidden that shall not be known…”—Luke 8: 15-17 (Douay-Rheims)
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In the high-vault room she waited wearing only candlelight. She listened to his steps in climb, crack and creak of stairwell steps in spiral of ascent to meet her in the height.
Spirit fluttered in his find and sight, adoration in his way of spirit-see she hoped in his eyes to read.
She leant to the wall, arms down to sides, spread-opened hands hold-pressing to the white; her left leg risen, bent, foot to wall and knee forward pointing in stand of pose.
Smile grew as he moved and neared, amber’s catching to her teeth, fall of hair from deep root beginnings to fair-length ends, secret-telling in eyes’ gleam.
Kiss-find of his lips in press to hers, bring of his body’s match in same, hold-shift of knee and risen leg drawn gently into wide in arm’s hook and wrap around, his other hand in hold to behind as her body raised; she supported in balance as her own hands raised from wall in reach for his face, forearms in rest and compress in close of the space between as she breathed exhaling through their kiss at his lifting of her body, heavy on, and—still—her raised her.
Gentle settle from the height, his hold and steady balancing her still; smooth and swoon of lifting again, his firmer holding to behind; furtive and deepening of tongued answer-tell speaking in her kiss.
Releasings of his hold, encourage-lead of her body, knees and hands and forearms’ touch to bare of the hardwood floor, high body fall and rest the same through close of eyes in receive of the spirit; eyes’ opening again in through, amber heart-flames of candles before, downward look of her body glowed then back to him illumed the same, awash in the amber light.
Dark of night from a winter gray that obscured all of heaven-light, in the high-vault room they found it still—holiness and sacredness, love and adoration—alive in the amber light.