POEMS - 2014 - Ssssssst

Ssssssst!

Is the sound,

That is heard,

When human works,

Pass through,

The purifying,

Fire of God.

It is similar,

To the sound,

That is made,

When a drop of water,

Hits a flame,

And it is instantly,

And completely consumed.

All that remains,

Of ones life,

After the Ssssssst,

Is that which,

Resembles God,

And has standing,

In heaven,

And hell.

Burdens and vanity,

Will disappear,

But kindness and courage,

Will be told,

Strife and pride,

Will be consumed,

But love will turn to gold.

Blessed is the flame,

That says “Ssssssst!”

Sheila Willar - October 16, 2014

Revelation 3:18 (KJV)

18 I counsel thee to buy of me gold tried in the fire, that thou mayest be rich;