I long to be part
Of her tale
Heartfelt and true...
I absolutely love these lines...
I like the vision this gives of a woman being the purest fire and the longing to feel the flames. It always seems to boil down to this : ones a moth, the other a flame. Rarely does the flame gets hurt by the moth.
Grace is a vixen, a siren, but she's begging to be freed. Still, if she were let go, she'd be "like space junk burning through the heavens".
To me that makes grace into rubbish.
But which Grace is it? Is this grace as in beauty? Grace as in living in the favor of God? Is Grace a person? A prayer? A mercy??
I love that I don't know for sure! That it could be all of those things or that I still don't "get it".
The only part that put me off was the part at the end about the speaker setting his head on fire. Is that in some sort of sacrifice to grace? Or in spite of grace??? Still, it is a strong image and goes along with the idea that the destruction of grace is beautiful to the speaker.
Quite illuminating. . . even if I am still left in the dark.