Fire

There is a fire that exists.
Its origin is not my own.
And yet,
I spend my days as if it were mine.

My fire, or so I think,
Crackles in pleasure
Warms in honor
Blazes in accomplishments.

This fire, my fire,
Comforts with adulation
Especially when “doing good.”
So why do I fear?

There was the one,
The one in the desert.
Who spoke of fire,
An unquenchable fire.

This fire, I fear.
This fire, I want.
This fire torches my pride,
This fire is Love.