“that I will pour out my Spirit upon all flesh, and your sons and your daughters shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams.” Acts2:17The fires that embody my very being!How the searing that flickers at the edges of my humanity drives me poorly through the desertBlindly I grope for the rarity wound in vines of Creation which slithers out of my reach.How the lapping of distant pools pains the delicacy of my hearing!If I would, with all my lasting strength, the life essence would be forced from my veinsBut I am futile in my efforts, since my sight is obstructed by the translucent fires that tease and twist before me!Leave me be!How my spirit trembles endlessly as it gathersPulsating with fear within my heartHow the paleness of my skin quakes with the beauty that radiatesWeeping, I wait for the blessed darkness to engulf me, to consumeSpeakFrom the depths of what I do not know, a commandSpeakThe rawness that has consumed my throat struggles to voice knowledgeThe trembling within as the ruby red drips even nearerOpen your eyes to the light of heaven, you who are ashes of ashesSpeakThe winds rolled once empty husk shell, covering me in a rush of cold clarityNewness in the soft of my gaze opened to the Light of HeavenSpeak of the Knowledge of God, O WomanNaked I rose, exposed to all CreationRising from ashes of ashes falling from the strangeness of my hands
