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.