Inside
Inside
Inside…
there is a flame
so intense
heat surges
through my pores.
I rush outside to
meet the cold
and an invisible
blaze
surges with an
uncontrolled
ferocity.
I do not wish
this fire quenched—
Only now
am I trusting
the ember’s receding.
The ones burning
down and at
the same moments
setting aglow
what I have tried to
release again and again.
The shadows—
‘ashes’…
death soon to ‘spring’
again to life…
“Unless a seed falls to the
ground dying,
it cannot begin again ANEW.”
Inside…so very
warm
an incubator
“You are” while
winter’s snare is outside.
A resurrection
awaits in an
empty tomb—
inside this
Soul set on fire.
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