Standing In The Flame

The gap gets wide, 

the one between flesh 

and surrendered heart, 

at times. 

The heart keeps exploding 

with desires 

and such contentment. 

Standing in the flame 

that has me captivated with trust, 

I am in divine safety.  

Created to dwell 

within this mystic place 

so set on courting me 

to the fascinating pleasures, 

Holy wins.  

Running, 

I can feel my heart beat, 

as the speed to be there 

is magnified tremendously.  

I find the gate, 

I run inside and I dance 

with everything I've got 

for I’m only moments away 

from it going away 

like the taste of delicious 

won’t stay.  

Untamed fire, 

burning all around, 

yet I cannot predict the Wind.  

But that I may live 

in this guided run, 

this place where the song 

that moves my steps 

are not chased 

but consumed 

as I am carried by this Wind.  

Taken higher and higher 

in the single praise 

of Holy, Holy, Holy.  

As each voiced ‘Holy’ 

gives distinct fragrance 

as explanation showers 

among His beloved ones.   

As we inhale, 

may we exhale 

what it takes 

to spread the Fire of wonders 

this sweet Spirit.