I don’t know what it is
Or what it was, or where
It is going, I just know the smell
Of the flame catches up with me,
Writes my tragedy, I kneel over
And over and write it right—
Plain in sight, words express,
I digress, movie for one
I escape with an ache
In side of me, this flame
Consumes me, this flame
Chases me, I am undone,
I am overdue, I am a long
Renew—a process, a daily
Fight, an empty night of
Waiting, an empty night
Of seeking—I search,
I church, I stand in the
Gap for my own soul-
What will the intercession
Do? And how will it rise
Inside of me?