Consume me with fire
that does not burn.
Let me shine forth
like the midday sun.
Bathe me in the light of Tabor.
*
I yearn to be aflame
like Seraphim of Sarov,
or Abba Joseph in the desert.
Like Adam in the garden,
clothe me in radiance.
*
Illumine me
that I might be a beacon.
Enlighten me
that I might reflect
the glory of Your endless dawn.
*
Yet, if such majesty
is not meant for me,
let me flicker,
a candle in the darkness,
Do as You will and transfigure me.
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Beautifully written!😊
An inspired invocation!
Well done!