I hear whispers on the wind

I find myself look back again

 And see the light, shine so pure

As though nothing can obscure.


Here I am, in the dark

Oil and brimstone in the fray

It would take but a spark

To lift the veil and light the way.


The Cleansing flames feel so warm,

Amidst the torrents of the storm.

The heat surrounds me, like a shroud

Though light and airy as a cloud.


And the dark is cast afar.

The winds abate and I can see

The twinkling of a bright new star.

Things are now as they should be.


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