The laws of the Lord are true;
each one is fair.
They are more desirable than gold,
even the finest gold.
They are sweeter than honey,
even honey dripping from the comb.
~Psalm 19: 9-10
Blessing pouring over me,
Warm and heavy,
The rich, amber thickness on my skin and hair,
More abundant than any vessle can contain.
From his own body flows the golden sweeness that encloses me,
Filling my mouth
Drop by drop on my tongue.
Whispering love, light, life,
A winter fire.
He has opened his storehouse to me;
I will never lack again.