There is a fire in my soul...

There is a fire in my soul.
It consumes everything in its path.
It asks no questions,
gives no explanation.

In my wake, a path of scorched earth.
Bearing witness, only, to the fire contained inside.
As the forest burns the debris of dead, making way for life,
so the beauty of the new rises from my wake.

Be still and listen to the cracking bursts,
watch the fire rage.
Its fury reigns the landscape,
at least this day.

Silence your fear and quiet your mind.
The new will rise and flourish.
And some day, some day,
you will wish the fire back, once more.