Sister Poetry

Fire deep-Flowing.
I cannot hold to such pure overwhelming Love.
Then open my heart to your love 
Coursing my being
Unconfined in gifted flow
Lord, my Lord
Your love is so pure
And in touching purifies
Still I hesitate.
Were I to fully open what would you ask?
My all? This self?
I know I would only find my truest self
But how does one open
Little by little
One day at a time
Or
All in surrender
No answers
I only know
You love me into being.