The Smoldering Soul

Overcast skies envelop my horizon

I enter into a stranger’s house

Comfortable enough, almost

To call my home

All the while Saints looking on

Begin to ask, “Why have you come to this house, dear friend?”

“To worship here with you, my brothers and sisters.” I reply

Hushed silence emanates from their mouths while casting wary, sideway eyes

I look around the brightened room

Wondering why the downcast

darkened faces

A war torn patriarch with hands held up

Stops me from speaking further

Your calloused heart in plain for all to see

Your soul is smoldering from

Warming your self by the fires of Hell

Listen to our tales

Of uncompromising, perseverance

The house is adorned with those who would not kneel

We have run the race and never ran from the battle

You dear boy, have yet to tie your shoes.

Whose side are you on? Where do you lay your head at night?

Your feet modeling untied shoes

Walk the fine line

Shall falter very soon.

The unmasked actor is hidden to none

In this room

Except the one playing the fool

Son your praises have fallen to the floor

The One worthy of worship

Does not adore the foul odor

Your false words store

Choose your side

Before the side chooses you

We would love to bathe you

scouring your charred remains

Cleansing you from the flames foul stench

Adorn and embrace you

With the brotherly kiss

Have you found your way home?

Or are you just paying a visit

Before you make your bed again near the infernos warmth

Can we help you tie your laces 

so you can join in the chase?

I bow my head and head out the door

Under the tempestuous skyline of rain and darkness

I wander out into the cold to warm my smoldering soul 

Next to the fire that brings no warmth

“Please dear Saints forgive and pray for my heinous heart and smoldering soul”