Fire
A Poem by Chelsea Fraser
“The smoking flax he shall not quench” — Isaiah 42:3
There is a flame inside of me
that waxes and wanes.
Its glow at times warms all around
or blazes brilliant flames.
And sometimes, under cover
it diminishes and smokes.
It longs for fuel, for oxygen,
reluctant to be coaxed.
But when my flames to embers
glow and weary, dim with doubt,
A Promise breathes upon me,
“I will never put you out.”