Out of the Fire

I want to clutch the world in my hands,

the west in my left, the east in my right

and crush the mountains beneath my heel,

then hurl the pieces at their Maker’s face.

I want to drill my fingers through the earth

and sink my fists into its molten lava core,

then toss it into an endless black sea.

I roar at the heavens, charge into the fight,

my breath streaming out like smoke

my eyes blazing lakes of fire,

my soul locked behind my bottomless rage.

But I stumble on the way

and I smack face-down onto the cold, hard earth

the fire that made me invincible,

that fueled my hate and propelled my desire

now trapping me in treachery;

its flames enveloping my soul,

flames whispering into my melting ear

that I never had a chance anyway.

I cry out in horror

the heat turning to darkness

and death coming with it,

when a scarred Hand reaches my way,

pulls me up out of the fire

washes the smudges of ash from my cheeks

and pulls me back to His loving arms.