I'm aflame. There is a hearth inside of me with a fire that never ceases to burn. It was lit many years ago, the flame has neither burnt me to cinders, nor have I extinguished it. It is an eternal flame. It is a contagious flame, it keeps me warm, it is all I have.
It depends on heat to ignite it and keep it alive. It breathes the rich air and burns bright. It consumes the fuel in my heart. It never goes out. It is dangerous, and can spread, it irradiates heat, it is a treasure.
This flame was lit when the heat of the love of One LORD sparked me to life. Its contagious danger lies in this: As it burns, it produces much more heat than what originaly started it. That is its primary asset; it produces heat. Not only I keep warm by it, but anyone I approach; anyone can become warm, but, a spark might light a fire in another. The flame can grow to be millions of times more than the flicker that is in me. It can be a forest fire, immense and towering. It can burn. It is powerful. It can be a candle light small, and beautiful. Its heat is love
I keep it alive with the hope of someday not needing a fire to keep me warm, but becoming a flame myself, completely consumed in a rapturous praise of the Fire who created me, God. I climb the trees of his promises, and take down dry branches for fuel. Old logs of hope they are to me. With their fuel I keep the flame alive; without the fuel of hope, it dies. Hope is the solid fuel of my flame
The air of faith is the unseen element necessary to the flame. It burns with real power, it is invisible and hidden. Its breeze makes the flame flicker, it makes it grow and spread. Without the oxygen of my faith, my flame dies. Faith is the air that breathes in the flame.
Without fuel, without heat, without air, a fire dies. With hope, with love, with faith, the fire in my soul is alive. Hope is the fuel; love is the heat; faith is the oxygen. All three together they form one new life.
I've been surfing most of the day, enjoying MIDIs of renaissance polyphonic music. I found out I couldn't buy a Yamaha electronic piano directly from Yamaha (bummer). I wanted to cut out the middleperson (to be p.c.), and save my scarce resources.
There is no pleasure of the body or psyche purer than renaissance choral music.