December 22–28 ❘ Like a Fire Burning

Like a Fire Burning

All great things grow from small—
crackling flickers fed with tinder
and sheltered from crosswinds,
embers blown back to life
after rain,

               a swaddled child born in a cave
who grew in stature,
received grace for grace
unto fullness of light in one short
mortal life seemingly snuffed out,

               but not really. The Lord
does not simmer on a back burner.
He gains, gathers, restores.
His eyes are like flame,
countenance like noonday.

               I am as yet blind,
but I’m feeling the way forward,
following His heat.

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