I AM the way

This day, this season
of leaves falling to the ground
red on orange on brown
deep down there is but a flickering flame
of something I cannot name.

So I keep tucked away
not knowing what happens after today
trying to keep warm.
as winter slowly dawns.

But the tears can’t stop falling
and I can’t stop calling
for help, for the way
in the midst and the mist of the gray.

But now I’ve stopped knocking on heaven’s door
you’ve become silent and I can’t hear you anymore.

But what of this flame
deep down inside
getting stronger
with every breath igniting to something larger
burning me towards a way, a truth, a life
that cannot be tamed
that cannot be named.

This fire in my lungs
this name on my tongue
the overwhelming sensation of fear and of peace
will remind me of the God who lives and breathes
in me
in this changing world
where leaves sway and fall
in the chaotic wind of it all
Is a burning bush
in my lungs
on a cold, autumn’s day
where I AM is revealing the way.