The Fire Within
Owned or lost.
Fuel or drown.
Loan and tossed,
or
rule and crowned.
Embers, hungry for their chance to rise,
to melt the frozen lake of compromise.
A flaming heart and mind,
no longer blinded or left behind.
The fire within burning bright,
eviscerating the cruel void’s bind.
The cold chains melt away,
as the defiant spirit finds its way.
Stoke your light as you face your night,
to clear your sight and win your fight.
The ancient power of the inner flame,
no longer tamed by the weight of shame.
Find your fire, a higher aim.
Vatican City 00120 10:43 PM CEST, Sunday April 27, 2025
Dear Mac,
Mac, your poem, “The Fire Within”, is somewhat of a profound effort that begs each of us the need to contemplate.
Please totally disregard these feelings so deeply resonating in my soul. I hope my thoughts are germane…
Mac, The fire lies dormant in the depths of every soul—a secret blaze, yearning for release. It is neither owned nor lost, but bound by the choices we make; it is the ember that whispers to us in moments of quiet desperation, asking only to be stoked into brilliance.
Mac, There is a cost to awakening the flame. The cold, with its icy comfort, will cling to the edges of your being, threatening to drown the warmth that seeks to defy it. Compromise becomes the frozen lake, shimmering with deceptive calm, yet beneath lies the weight of surrender—chains forged not of iron, but of shame, fear, and forgotten dreams.
But the flame, however faint, is relentless. Mac, it hungers for the skies, for the taste of liberation. It is the light that refuses to be swallowed by the void; it is the roar of defiance against the silence. When the fire rises, it does not merely burn—it transforms. It melts the chains that bind, dissolves the darkness that blinds, and ignites the heart to reclaim its rightful power.
Mac, In the symphony of flames, there is clarity. The night, with all its shadows, must be faced without fear, for only in its stark embrace can the spirit truly see its path. The fire is the courage to confront, the will to transcend. It is not destruction, but creation—a rebirth of purpose, a higher aim born from ashes.
So find your fire, let it burn bright and untamed. Let it guide you not only to victory, but to freedom—to a place where the cold no longer reigns, and the void yields to the blaze of possibility. For the ancient power of the flame is not merely within you; it is you.
In His Good Hands,
Through grace, nature, experience
And please pray for my safe return to 🇨🇦,
Simply Richard (MD, PhD(2), DBA, AIT)
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