There is a stir

There is a stir

in me,

a fire,

that no cold spray of doubt

or smothering by

those without faith

can extinquish.


This stir burns

with a heat

that consumes but

does not destroy,

driving this body,

impelling this soul,

onwards into the grey

dank of uncertainty.


In all that is me

lives the terror

and the comfort

of the flame

that dies

and then stirs again

with such intensity

that it lights the

world entire.