this fire that envelopes.
a stirring, a roaring
that breathes fierce.
a song that’s not just whispered,
I’m alive in spirit – my colours all have bloomed.
that pierce me, cradle me,
opening dreams within.
that bathe me, soothing
wounds that tear this bleeding heart.
so safe to be made new;
eternity’s sweet grace has overwritten strife!
Vital! You make me bright.
I shiver, so delighted by your touch.
I stretch beyond capacity.
my life’s been wired for living;
identity’s engraved with electricity!
Author – Bill Tidsbury