Fire in My Bones

His word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones.
I am weary of holding it in;
indeed, I cannot.
-Jeremiah 20:9


My heart needs to burn.

For something. For someone. I need to feel needles pricking my skin, leaving imprints on my soul. I need to be blinded by beauty, drunk on dreams. I need to cling to God’s word like it is the only tree left in a falling forest.

My eyes- they must blaze. Must sweep in every fragment of this unending universe and zoom in on the tiny miracles happening beneath the naked eye.

My hands must shake with sweetness, must roam every wonder and feel their texture beneath my nails.

My feet must flash through feeling, must race to where all I dare hope for comes true. They must carry me quickly to the cross.

I have been summoned. I have tasted desire and crave more. I need my blood to boil in my veins, to bubble and spit heated liquid that overflows in my anatomy, bursts in my bones. I need it to spill into my mind and turn reasoning into rapture. To slip in my skull and crack open the hardness of my stubborn streak, empty out my vanity and fill it with a stream of submission.

I have been awakened to all that howled beneath my indifference. I have been roused, and am ignited by every electric beauty that has been poured into my purpose.

You have released me.


Prayer:
Lord, I want to come alive at the mention of Your name. I want to burn with a consuming fire with Your face imprinted on my heart. I want Your love coursing through me, breaking through barriers and I need You completely taking me over. Overflow me, pour out Your power and beauty in my veins. Let the world see me shine because of Your light streaking through me. Amen.