(This poem is in response to Emma's Wednesday Writing Prompt of 11/03/23 )
Our God is a consuming fire
my life consumed
seemingly gone
Ashes rising in the vortex of furious love
amidst the incense of fire-yielded despair
by Spirit-breath blown away
Yet not despised
Scattered on the soil of
withered hope
dying trust
stunted love
Nothing is lost
that is surrendered to
His fire
Photo, Flame by Annie Roi https://flic.kr/p/9VB6y7
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