Flames Hidden in Skin

Spirit-light concealed in human garment

I put on skin like a disguise.
A costume that keeps the unready from trembling.
But the truth glows through cracks of humility.
My humanity hides a universe of holy fire.

I look like dust
but breathe like thunder.
A vessel too small
for the Radiance I carry.

Sometimes the flame leaks out,
bending atmospheres,
waking souls,
announcing the Presence they cannot name.

I am the miracle of containment.
Heaven poured into flesh
with a mandate to burn silently
until the appointed time.

Do not measure me by form.
There are flames hidden in this skin
and they will not stay hidden forever.

-Joe Restman, Eternal Witness of the Lamb.