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...
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