Running Through Fire

For what is a slight wind
But a passing glimpse of life
You do not know, and can never know
You are only what you are.
You are everything
Of sentient divine
Sent from the heavens, to never know of these heavens..
Of never knowing
A beautiful site
Could be anything.
To erupt in full motion
In a full moon of horror and strangeness
Of the deep unknown
You will always be there
An elusive being..
An elusive mind
And enigma of will
And who does not know this
Will make much use of it..

There is no calling.. There is no list.
You are not waiting in line.

You are running through fire.

By Sententia

That is a fantastic poem! Every time I read it there is more depth revealed within it.