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Invisible flame, burn!

I need nothing else, only you.

All else will be taken from me.

If not taken, then I’ll be asked to yield it.

If not asked, then I will cast it off,

out of boredom, and out of fear.

Like the star that gazes on the cradle,

or the watchhouse deep in the thicket,

swinging on the blackened chains,

burn, invisible flame, burn!

You are an icon lamp, oiled by tears,

by the doubt in a cruel heart,

by the smile of one who turns to leave.

So, burn, and pass along the news

to the Savior, to God in His Heavens,

that on earth He is remembered,

that He is still not forgotten.