Ignition

 Posted by Lisa Laree to Catching the Mosquito

A new piece!  Just freshly written! I debated posting it here because it's actually for something else...but since only about twelve folks have found this corner of the blogsphere I think it's ok. And posting written pieces is literally why we're here, so...going for it.

We have had a call at church to artistic types to create visual art and literature around a particular theme.  I was kind of mulling it over anyway, because the theme 'All Flame' seemed rather inspirational, and when I heard there was a request for poetry, stories, pictures, essays, etc. on that theme, I decided to have a go.

I thought I was going to write a poem; I think what I have is a spoken word.  A short one, but still...

I don't know if this is quality enough to be collected with other submissions, but I like it.  It expressed my reaction to the subject well.

Ignition

Looking with longing at the One whose Flame ignited the stars, created light from nothing, burns away the dross but leaves the gold and gems, and purifies hearts.

Reaching for that embrace that will consume all and yet is but a transformation into His own Image.

Stepping into the baptism that opens a world uncomprehended to those untouched by the searing, searching, look that knows fully and yet loves fully.

Releasing that which is too dark and heavy and self-absorbed to endure the incandescent heat of His Presence; the fear and the pride that recoil from submission to the process of rebirth.

Yielding to the pruning, the stripping, the purging, to cultivate that which is real and eternal and priceless.

Inhaling the pneuma with the tongues of fire that generates the sound that demands the world’s attention and extracts the question, “What IS this? This thing that we don’t know or understand?”

Refusing to be doused under a basket that society would slap down, to contain and tame the light that distinguishes truth from the shadows of lies.  It cannot be stifled, quenched, dimmed or extinguished by any who love the dark.

No weapon will prosper against that light, many waters cannot quench that flame.  It does not bend, does not change, does not compromise.  Full devotion is its hallmark;  purity is its signature. 

Do we dare? 

Will we refuse to shrink back?

Can we open our hearts wide enough,

Deny our selves honestly enough

Allow Him access enough

To truly

Become

All Flame?