CONSUMPTION of PAIN in LOVE’S PASSION
Passion and pain collide –
This explosion so powerful,
threatening to make me cower in a hole
and settle for life so-dull.
But how can I put out a fire
that burns from a force I did not acquire?
This longing like a virgin birth
inseminated before I even walked this earth,
weaved within the DNA of my worth.
So, no matter how many times my hopes clash
and heart, full-force forward, hit disappointment – SMASH! –
I can’t live passionless;
for when I try to harden to rock my heart of raw flesh,
my heart empties out and innards scramble a-mess.
And raw accurately describes it,
for when you care, you take hit after hit;
this world does not guard the purity
of a passion birthed from the fear of He;
They don’t understand the Spiritual heredity
of this transferred passion of Christ
when a heart opens and lets Him melt what was once iced.
That’s what passion is –
a divine infusion of His –
spilling out in word and deed, aflame
and without shame
at the sound of His name:
Jesus. Jesus. JESUS!
Can’t stop embracing full this life to which He frees us.
With arms wide to love I’m a bigger target,
but I refuse to cave just yet
because that name – Jesus – stretched wide
to span the gap between pain and passion when he died.
So though this pain and passion in me now collide
I continue on this path with steady stride,
for the I know the glory of Love’s consumption awaits on the other side.
©Krinda Joy
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