The Table of Eternity

The fires of hell burn
hot
and high,
licking crumbs of mortality
from underneath
the granite table
of
eternity but
The Fire of Hope
burns deeper
and hotter
and fiercer
still
preparing a place
to dine
not below,
underneath,
or beside
but rather
at
that table.

Christ within
this Spirit longing
just as fierce
yet hotter,
eating
this bread
and body
poured out like wine
tongues of flame consuming
fuel
broken dreams cracked hopes fragile shards
of lives well lived
and poorly,
converting mortality into
eternal dawn.

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