Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Alight - Luke 8:17

My soul-lamp, corroded and stained,
Flickers a low, oily light
And smokes a covering shroud,

Until the flame itself burns hot,
Consuming the dark, the night,
Revealing the watching crowd.

Conflagrate your love, my Fire!
Reveal my depths
'Til only light is my desire!

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