the fire knows when you sleep, where you walk and what you eat…..the best time to creep into the crevice where you think you hide…..in the still dark hours of the night it licks your face and you sit upright, gazing at you at the foot of your bed, professing in barely audible terms, ”there is so much to see and so much to learn, what you won’t forgive helps me to scorch the edges in the pages of your life, so if it feels a bit warm in here i am feeding the flames you hold so dear, with the kindling of hate and fear………..you refuse to release

come my precious don’t say a word and walk in the heat until you are warm/when the heat becomes to intense you turn to leave and find a fence, with a sign that reads,”this fence is constructed with the would of the past, the resentments and dislikes, and it kept you safe for many nights, but each of us come to a time when the things we use to keep us safe will turn, and those things will become the cornerstone of our demise, because after all…………………they were all lies”

the fantasy that we could ever protect or secure ourselves is the fallacy that blocks us from making amends and tearing down those fences, we cannot do Gods’ work, only help.

how does playing God work for you now, as your shoes are starting to smoke, i thought so………….the fire knows