It Crackles

Wherever I go I leave my mark.

The broken twig, the kindling broken, for I have stepped upon it.

It crackles under your feet. Announcing your presence, but this is no trespass.

For I have put breakthrough under your feet. Wherever you walk there shall be breakthrough. Under your feet are the broken and downtrodden. For this is your territory. Pace it out. All will hear that you are here. Your approach shall not be silent, each step shall echo throughout the land. Announcing your presence, echoing my presence.

For are these not the steps I have ordered, the steps I have requested, the steps I have instructed, the path of brokenness, the path of breakthrough, I have prepared.

For this is the path of light, the path of fire. I have lit the path. The flames rest upon it, but it is not consumed.

I rest in the midst of the water and the fire. The water houses my fire. You spray it all around, you sprinkle it all around, but it possesses my glory, my power, my light, my fire.

You look at this and ponder how can this be? How does fire and water mix. It pours out in your hand. Many nozzles, much fire, much water, and yet one does not diminish the other. The fire illuminates the direction, the course of the flow. The water flows, it covers, it refreshes, it nurtures.

It pools at your feet, as you walk by, you see the glow, you see the gold, you see my glory, you see my reflection. The fire rests within and without. You see it and wonder. The fire resting in the place where it should not be, the place where it cannot rest, the place it should be afraid of, the place where it should not exist, and yet it remains.

For I possess all, I am in all, for my glory rests upon you, whatever covers you, I will shine through. For the light shines in the darkness, my glory shines in the darkness.