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Watch Me burn to Ashes

Embers dance, beneath my breath,
Where the heart is crowned.
Time becomes a flame…
Let old be cast down.

A body formed of dust, with fiery brightness thrilled,
And sanctified by Grace’s cooling breath instilled –
No element or creature could have that body killed;
After the fall of Adam, it became
A dark vessel made of coal, with moisture filled.

Coal must become a diamond,  holy flame…
It shall resurrect as soul’s own state may claim:
Transfigured, with a new blessed name,
Or in continuously deepening and endless shame.

What is worthless is destroyed by fire
And is scattered by the wind;
Freeing the trapped most pure light,
Forcing diamond's facets shinned.

When silence is the radiance of soul,
And every earthly voice at last is dumb –
The time will roll up like a scroll
And the Eternity will come.

Watch me fall apart,
Watch me burn to ashes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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