Once a new creature, I sought a new path.
Life took a different form, a different meaning.
But life is a strange thing, so many twists and turns.
I was complete.
But still so many steps away from perfection.
I carried a fire inside me, a living fire.
Every day refining me, strengthening me.
There was still a great many things for me to learn.
I was eager to learn, to grow, to experience.
My bright eyes mirrored my youthful mind and heart.
I had tasted the greatest love on earth,
So it was time for me to share it.
And along the way I desired more answers.
So I was told to wait for someone.
Where I would be taught of more of Him, in a way I was not expecting.
I reached out to another being.
One as youthful as I.
As stranger as I to this newfound gift.
We fell madly in love and passion ran high;
Our discovery of the emotion and desire of one for another.
I glimpsed into his soul, his strengths, flaws, weaknesses.
All that he was.
And I understood.
My love for him, a dim reflection of the love of the Consuming Fire for us all.
I was overjoyed. A new comprehension of my true passion.
A greater adoration and worship of the Consuming Fire.
How could I not thank Him?
But a shadow lay on my fellow being's heart.
And the time came when I was forsaken.
For days I lay, screaming in anguish.
Why would what was given me be taken away?
Why did I learn to truly love, only to have it torn from me?
I begged Him to tell me why I lost my love.
And I received my answer:
To understand His passion.
When His people walk away from Him,
The agony, the betrayal He receives.
The tears of the Consuming Fire are a terrible sight.
For then it is as if all hope is lost.
I had received the fire, learned the smaller, human understanding of His passion:
He would go to the end's of the world for us.
And did.
Died so that we might have a chance.
How terrible for us to reject that love.
And still we do.
And still He loves.
Because of Him, could I follow Him.
And would I want to follow Him.
Because He is passionate for my soul, I pursue His fire.
The gloriously intricate Consuming Fire.
Life took a different form, a different meaning.
But life is a strange thing, so many twists and turns.
I was complete.
But still so many steps away from perfection.
I carried a fire inside me, a living fire.
Every day refining me, strengthening me.
There was still a great many things for me to learn.
I was eager to learn, to grow, to experience.
My bright eyes mirrored my youthful mind and heart.
I had tasted the greatest love on earth,
So it was time for me to share it.
And along the way I desired more answers.
So I was told to wait for someone.
Where I would be taught of more of Him, in a way I was not expecting.
I reached out to another being.
One as youthful as I.
As stranger as I to this newfound gift.
We fell madly in love and passion ran high;
Our discovery of the emotion and desire of one for another.
I glimpsed into his soul, his strengths, flaws, weaknesses.
All that he was.
And I understood.
My love for him, a dim reflection of the love of the Consuming Fire for us all.
I was overjoyed. A new comprehension of my true passion.
A greater adoration and worship of the Consuming Fire.
How could I not thank Him?
But a shadow lay on my fellow being's heart.
And the time came when I was forsaken.
For days I lay, screaming in anguish.
Why would what was given me be taken away?
Why did I learn to truly love, only to have it torn from me?
I begged Him to tell me why I lost my love.
And I received my answer:
To understand His passion.
When His people walk away from Him,
The agony, the betrayal He receives.
The tears of the Consuming Fire are a terrible sight.
For then it is as if all hope is lost.
I had received the fire, learned the smaller, human understanding of His passion:
He would go to the end's of the world for us.
And did.
Died so that we might have a chance.
How terrible for us to reject that love.
And still we do.
And still He loves.
Because of Him, could I follow Him.
And would I want to follow Him.
Because He is passionate for my soul, I pursue His fire.
The gloriously intricate Consuming Fire.
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