As the fire dies; back to the shadow. Like red coals in my soul, they too will soon flee and follow.
What once burned so bright, just as quickly turns back to the night.
Oh how I wish it'd stay, to have it once more for another day.
And as I turn and have left, to ashes now It is swept.
Like a poem I read in a time since gone. About a choice in a wood; a Path that will, and a Path that could.
To burn with courage in my choice, to listen hard for that still small Voice.
It is my Hope, when in the dark to find the Fire, bright and burning back in my Heart.
This is my Heart Fire.
fire - is joy in peoples company, particularly family, and close friends read coals - like a fire, coals without more kindling will die out. night - everyone most go back to where there are to be stay - you can wish for the moment to last forever but it can't It - uppercased, memories and times passed poem - Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken" choice - I too must go, but to have the courage to go in confidence towards the "choice" Voice - God's will for my/your life Hope - Christ to direct my paths Fire - To be burning with passion to serve Jesus in the days ahead Heart - its not my life but Christ's