Aflame

Strike a match.

Not struck out.

No, not struck out.

Struck for a purpose.

Struck on purpose.

Struck for purpose.

Struck to bring about my purpose.

The two becoming one.

The one impacting the other.

The point of impact, the point that impacts.

For you shall see the impact, up close.

For as the sparks fly upwards.

For as the sparks fly.

The light impacting the darkness.

The illuminating purpose. The purpose to illuminate.

At first the sound.

At first the sound of impact.

For you shall hear the impact. For all shall hear the impact.

The smooth rubbing against the course.

The abrasive power of abrasion.

The power to ignite. For I have given you the power to ignite.

Look again for it is not what it seems.

The stick has no power, nothing to guide or illuminate the path.

For the path provides the power. The impact of the one upon the other, the friction gives rise to illumination.

The rough impacting the smooth. The powerless impacting the powerful.

The unexpected illumination.

As the sparks fly. Illuminating the darkness, lighting up the darkness.

Yet there is purpose in coming together. The shining of the light. The glorious connection. Arise and shine. The purpose is to shine.

The one impacts the other to bring ignition, to bring acceleration. To light the fire.

I’ve picked you and I have dropped you.

I’ve picked you up and I have dropped you off.

I’ve picked you up and taken you over.

I’ve picked you up and taken you to the other side.

From one side to the other side.

I’ve lifted you up and placed you down.

Across that which could not be crossed.

Fit for purpose, fit for this purpose, fit for this purpose.

Shaped for this purpose, designed for this purpose.

The piece fashioned for this purpose.

A new robe for this purpose.

A fresh splash of colour. A fresh splash of colour. An unexpected splash of colour.

Can I give you a hand?

Can I give you a hand?

For my hand is outstretched towards you.

Can I give you a hand up?

Here take my hand, and arise.

For my light shines upon you.

Your face is ravishing and your words are soothing.

The time of your rising is here.

Isaiah 26:19 Your dead shall live O Lord; the bodies of our dead saints shall rise. You who dwell in the dust, awake and sing for joy! For Your dew O Lord is a dew of sparkling light heavenly, supernatural dew; and the earth shall cast forth the dead to life again; for on the land of the shades of the dead You will let Your dew fall.

Fresh wind, fresh fire.

More fire, all illuminating fire is here.

Psalms 57:4-8 My life is among lions; I must lie among those who are aflame—the sons of men whose teeth are spears and arrows, their tongues sharp swords. Be exalted, O God, above the heavens! Let Your glory be over all the earth! They set a net for my steps; my very life was bowed down. They dug a pit in my way; into the midst of it they themselves have fallen. Selah pause, and calmly think of that! My heart is fixed, O God, my heart is steadfast and confident! I will sing and make melody. Awake, my glory (my inner self); awake, harp and lyre! I will awake right early I will awaken the dawn!

I must lie with those who are aflame.