Poetic Existence

there is fire in my head
there are fires burning
in my fingers
there is a big fire in my guts,
there is this hearth
in my darkness
there is so much light
in my heart

yet i am not burned,
yet i am not consumed

nothing scalds me
for all Thy Glory.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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