The Flame of Desire

Blinded by the flame of desire,
I could not feel the warmth at hand
Or be reflected in the glow of the light.

Pulling my charred soul out of the flame,
With the help of a Higher Power,
I can but marvel at the beauty of my surroundings.

Now, I float on the wings of gratefulness.
I hold the hand of He
Who showed me the path to peace.

How quickly the tortured soul finds peace,
When the light of God
Shines a beacon upon the path to everlasting goodness.