Flame of Life

If memories are indeed golden.. Then I yearn to keep the dreams alive. It is a passion swelling within my heart.. Surrounding my Life with that special glow. With a sweep of my hand, it was born of a spark.. Soon to erupt into a flame so intense, that it would not easily die.. At Last simmering to a warm kindle.. I aim to push through the hazy smoke in time to see without a doubt, my faith has returned to me.. Vanquishing all my worldly worries.. I Lift my eyes as splendid witness and bend my ear to hear others cries... I ask, how did I ever Lose my way? Can i be forgiven and returned back into the fold? Will I be denied entry for each and every transgression I am guilty of? Suddenly and without warning, I am awash with an inner peace, and the consumate knowledge that matters not your place in this world what Leaves an endearing imprint... But rather unselfish deeds, gracious kindness, and abundant joy offered up untarnished...