For countless hours I rage
My embers of venom ignite terror in the hearts of men
Stand and marvel at the sight I am, the destruction I cause.
Feel my fiery passion on the surface of your skin, like the suffocation of the grave
My brilliance astounds you. I know no hesitation nor pause.
When there is none left in my path, I turn inwards and shoot higher faster slicing through the seven skies
I am illumination.
Then he comes to me…
Then he is hurled at me.
Him, with his soft lips – firm of word.
And so I stand, sway,
placid now, meek next
Like a melted ice cube, telling the tales of its adventures on a memorable summer’s day…
Like a small portion of a garden, I am a haven and yet, in heaven myself…
[Khalil Allah = Friend of Allah, the title given to Prophet Ibrahim/Abraham]
Image credit: Joachim Vaturi
NOTE: This entry is inspired by the story of the Prophet Ibrahim, told from the perspective of the fire he was thrown into it by the idol-worshippers.