Burnt Offerings

And then there was light

And it burned us

But a little

And then the tingle grew

And became a prick

A drop of blood

And then there was life

And feeling once again

But a little

And then the life grew

And became a note

A burst of song

And then there was a love

And it bloomed up again

But a little

So shall I let it grow?

And let it become a fire

A burnt offered soul?