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.