Fragmented thoughts on fire

First, it blooms.

And then consumes.

When does light begin to burn?

The flame once sought, we seek to spurn?

The warmth of heaven, the heat of Hell

both draw power from this well....

The heart of Christ, enwreathed in flame

trapped in Passion for his claimed,

as any sinner lies enchained.

Immolation.

Candles at the feet of saints

adding lift to prayers and plaints,

to float them into grace.

Yet the torch that lights our way to gain

held too long becomes our pain.

To light is to see, as to know is to burn.

Moths to candle, those that yearn.

To touch the fire is to learn;

and learning thus dies on the pyre

when sacrificed to our Bonfire.

Eternal Flame, in heaven or hell -

Who's so(u)l, in thrall, can really tell?

Fueled by love, fueled by hate

ALL in its essence, a dual-ing fate

fire fighting fire.