I’m not saying I don’t care
In the moment of the telling
In a way that’s fairer
The heat of your words.
Inhabited in the consuming furnace
Impossible the transparent breath
That burns up this small, fierce heart,
To reveal heavens angel,
Appearing amidst raging flames
Engulfed.
Etched in every human face
A lapse of despair
Solemnized with my tongue
My hands, my eyes, my soul, remembers
The wilderness,
The crystal wonder,
Solace of embracing thoughts
Absorbed by my vision.
I’m not saying I don’t care
Deliverance from the fiery furnace.
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Written for – Poetry Jam
Life From A Park Bench 
The burning desire that engulfs us all…………nicely used crytsal!!
He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver; he will purify the Levites and refine them like gold and silver. Then the LORD will have men who will bring offerings in righteousness, malachi 3:3
the scripture it made me think of…fire is double edged…long as i go through the right one…ha….cool verse man…deliverence is a blessing surely
I think we all step into that fiery furnace at times, and in our despair need to find our way out. A depthful write here, Alan.
Okay, so this is my re-read for the week … there’s a lot here to think about and work through … trials by fire are indeed one thing I’m contemplating here … thanks, Alan. This is a good one!
heavens angel,
Appearing amidst raging flames
… I especially like that, Alan. Powerful poem.
I agree with Susan – worth many reads of ” the heat of your words”!
I read this over several times and found more each time I did. There is a lot here. Thanks.
Intriguing use of the prompt, cleverly done.
I like the ‘I’m not saying’ vibe in your poem.
Alan, you always have such a lush word feast in your poetry. Love the transparent breath, small fierce heart and at last peace in the wilderness. Wonderful 🙂
Your words are lovely. Yes, I do care about deliverance from the fiery furnace.