burned cream

Two hearts like yolks, and a flame that could burn your hands if you're not careful. Yet in the hands of Heaven’s Chef, even fire becomes soft clear, and beautifully fragile. He poured you into my soul like cream into warm custard, melting just right when prepared with patience and placed gently into a soft, welcoming heart. Too strong for me to hold at first but little by little, He tempered my spirit and turned what once burned into soft gold. A sugar crust, a sacred shell, protecting something so true. Even when we’re apart, separated carefully by those not ready to let go of comfort or fear... For the One who prepares all things with love, distance is no obstacle. Because the finest desserts are never rushed they’re crafted. Fragile, yet strong enough to stand, and shine by their own. God’s recipe was always meant to be you. Someone strong but soft on the inside. <3 ~