What to do..
when God
is silent?
When
The Devil’s
fire..
finally burned
out?

Where to seek
warmth
upon The Spirit’s
night?
Except The Fire,
burning distantly.
In utter darkness..
out of sight.

To stumble blindly,
‘til you feel its heat
incinerate you
from within.
The Fire,
not of wicked
or sublime..
but of The Will.