a spark

Poem by Judah Shingleton // @escapeismyart

​​I stand in the dull
In the cold
And the dark
With no light for my path
And no warmth for my heart

And I stand and I call
For a change
For a spark
And I beg to this world
For a fire to start

And it won’t

This world has been wasting its breath
Blowing on ashes
On piles of pieces of death
Particles from which
Fire shall never emerge

The world faints with flattened lungs
When nothing catches flame
Our futile attempts simply scatter the dust
And there is no change

Yet I feel something in the ground
There’s something in the air
Something in me
That’s been a long time coming
And at the same time
It’s here
Right now
​​

It whispers
There’s only one breath you need
It’s not the one from the world
It’s the one from me

Then I began to see
My world transform

An act of God greater than when the mountains were formed
It looks of something new, looks of hearts reborn
​​
Because if He is here
Then so is love
If He is here
Then so is passion
If He is here
Then so is fire
And He is

And if He is the same
Today and every day
Then He’s bringing change
And He is

​So He shows me wine that used to be water
He shows me an empty grave where his body once lay
Then He shows me the ashes
Where I once stood
Where I once choked
I remember
But he opens my eyes
To the truth
Cause to the world
And its limited power
These are ashes
But to God
These are embers
​So the Lord said
Now breathe
There’s only one breath you need
It’s not the one from the world
It’s the one from me

Breathe into the cinders
Igniting the embers
For ashes are tired
But embers spark fires

​So we take to the dull
And the cold
And the dark
With a fire for our paths
And a fire in our hearts

Cause He answered the call
For a flame
From these sparks
That outshines this whole world
He just breathes
And it starts