The Burning Poem by Jeremiah Prince

I stand at the pile,
With a torch in hand.
I’ll burn all these things
To a pile of sand.

Burn all my anger,
Burn all my hate.
Burn all the fiction
Of which I can’t relate.

Burn all my sadness,
Burn all my fears.
Burn all my sorrow,
Evaporate my tears.

Burn my resentment,
My prejudice and pride.
Burn all my shyness,
Burn my place to hide.

Burn my deception,
Burn all my lies.
Burn all my masks,
Burn my disguise.

Burn my desire,
Burn all my lust,
Burn my infatuation,
Burn my distrust.

Burn all my greed,
And my gluttony.
Burn every sin
That I can’t see.

Burn these ugly things,
Down to the ground.
Quite my sinful spirit,
It won’t make a sound.

Burn all this evil
That I can’t help to see.
Burn it all to ash,
‘Till there’s no more of me.