My heart was dark and damp
Rocked by violent storms
The water seeped in through the cracks
My dreams turned to dust
The furnace that once burned bright
Now lay stark and empty
But no heart is too far for my God
He lit a flame of hope in me
My pen strikes the paper
And that same flame ignites
Its embers glowing in every word
Its fragrance rising from every page
If I can pass on this flame
Even if it is to only one person
Then I will have done more
Than I could have dared imagine
Like a waterfall the words flow
Tumbling out of my heart
There is no force that can hold them back
Nothing can contain this urge to create
The desire burns inside me
My heart glows like a hot iron
Passion pumping through me – my life blood
Every day it burns brighter
So I place my words on a boat
And push it off from the shore
I feel my heart lurch as they float away
Knowing they are gone forever
A brief moment of respite
And then back to the coal face
The passion is still there
There is much work yet for me to do
Shameful whisperings
Encircle like hissing snakes
Corroding belief
