In
flames of fire, my eyes are strained,
A
view within a furnace.
Outstretching of tips.
Ripping and tearing all that exists.
Even the steps before us.
From life it flourishes,
With
its gold towering streaks.
Lashing out for death to consume.
Taking all, all that anything,
Or anyone seeks.
Running after a prey that cannot hide,
Its
arms encroaching a prayer.
"Cancel my act!", it cries, it screams
Devouring all it can,
Leaving nothing to bare.
A power of a god.
The
power of God.
Unstoppable
without a fault.
Unquenchable in a hypnotic trance,
Turn on, turned out, march on
And never halt.
Beyond a luminous glow,
Within
a transparency of
An impenetrable wall,
An ember burns to a massive force,
An indescribable call.
I ponder to where I am,
With
escape to where I can not go,
For
I drift within what I see,
And
my burning is what I sow.
“Wet
my lips!”,
Then
tell those I left behind not to seek this torment.
For
where I am was foretold to all,
By
God’s Word proven,
Which
never lies dormant.
