Ice in the Hand of Fire

Ice in the Hand of Fire

Blocks frozen. Moved in the wall. Reshuffled. Thawed but hold their form and substance. The wall stands but component bricks moved.

Warmed but not melted. Heated but still cool.

The frozen building block in the hands of fire.

Like a kid with wooden blocks. Making a wonderful creation. Covered but now revealed. Carefully positioned. Positioned with precision. Aligned to be solid. Immovable. Strong.

But with frozen blocks. Slowly carefully positioned. I took my time. To make it a perfect representation of my intent. Delicate but solid. Fluid but solid. Like a rock when at the right temperature.

Frozen but held by fire. The circumstance does not permit the fluid to remain solid. But this is my fire. There is a warmth to my fire. My fire empowers the natural to do what is supernatural.

This is out of order. This is not natural. This is my work not yours. It has my fingerprints all over it. It is held by me. Positioned for my glory.

My plan does not melt or be diminished over time or fade away. My Ice does not melt. It is formed by my hand!