How can it be that magma heat
loses its liquid burn? How
can fiery froth turn cold,
molten bubbles no longer
bursting in a rolling boil?
Your zealous glow has cooled, aloof now
and indifferent, your white-hot hue
frozen into dull darkness, igneous and basaltic,
your dynamic flow turned
static, all the little holes
hardened into airy rock, not much
weight, negligible influence on
any scale. Burn again.
Because you have this faith, I now remind you to stir up that inner fire which God gave you.
– 2 Timothy 1:6 (Phillips)
(for this poetry prompt at tweetspeakpoetry.com)