Fire, fire: they both do burn the world:
One it burns, consumes, and smokes;
The other light as from within,
Consuming ne’er, alive, as spoke

Th’Apostles when came Pentecost.
Lit by an energy divine,
They were more themselves with God,
A fire that whips and whirls through time.

But that first fire, the fire of hate,
The fire of evil, dread, and fear,
Turns all it touches into dust,
Dark, black, without life it appears

Eventually; it’s on its way:
The fire of darkness turns to dust.
But fire of God, divine tempest,
Alighting all: its mission’s thus

To conquer the black fire’s black shreds;
Turn expectations on their heads;
Witness that Christ no more is dead;
Burn in our hearts, but burn all red.