Hell has tried many times
to smother us when its flames failed to incinerate our celestial bodies, but we learned some eons ago to breathe with lack of air —all those fires gave us a glow—
one I dare say the heavens chose never to dim. Floods have risen to drown us both,
you learned to swim free of oxygen, limbs, and weightlessness with I upon your back—Oh! and seasons worth of quakes have come to rock the circumference of our world: they even shifted the earth beneath our feet, and still you managed to hoist me high above the trenches’ deep, and with nothing more than my eyes, voice and your faithful Divinity you carried both you and I to the height
of a mountain that could not fall.