iamhappyalone

For now I cleanse my heart with tears That Good and Evil fruits impart Through Knowledge culled from human years, The trees from which all sufferings start. As God within me wakes my heart, My heart awakens inside God; A spark in infinite dark his art Shall draw like lightning to the rod. And burning human pride’s facade, I’ll sear and singe, a martyred saint; And with the martyr’s fervor, prod And press until I’m sacrosanct; In fearful furnaces distraint, My soul will smolder as it nears The white of lightning; and I’ll faint, Saved only then by God’s own tears.