Too Much at Times

The inferno of the Spirit
Seeks to consume 
Too much at times
How much of me is dross?
Must all be kindling?
Am I still me?
The holy work of heaven
Extracts and removes
Too much at times
Yet I find more there
Than what was found
Before the fire
I fail to see my own reality
I’m deceived by me
Too much at times
What was gain for me
Now counts as loss
After the burn
It is fear that hinders
And fights the fire
Too much most times
Life beyond the blaze
Is oddly life renewed
By grace alone

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