Smolder

Smolder

Smolder...

...I will,

loves gets stronger

as it grows older;

persevere...

...I must,

all will turn to dust

if you don't scrape away the rust.

A tiny piece of flame,

an ember that seems too small,

has the power within it

to burn down a forest tall,

and the gift that was given

from the loving hands above

is a covenant to be cherished...

i must burn, with love.

I will...

I must...

I will smolder here on my knees,

let the heavens hear my plea,

from this hallowed place I won't get up

'til what I need, overflows my cup.

Precious gift given to me,

made holy and sacred by my Lord,

I will burn up for love in the withering flame,

to just die out, I cannot afford.

July 22/2005