A Bone-Shaking Image

Once in a while, we read something that seems so common to us but has a new sense of power or a renewed image. It happens when we come across a description or a statement that is is pretty ordinary, but strikes us this time with a different potency. Just such a thing happened to me the other day when I read for the whoknowshowmany-th time about the lake of fire. This time, the image of a physical body of flames struck me and created a powerful image in my mind, and it inspired this poem.

The Lake of Fire

Anyone whose name was not found written in the book of life was thrown into the lake of fire. 

- Revelation 20:15

I imagine someone standing on a boat,

gently rocking the soft tide,

when the palm of a hand strikes them

between the shoulder blades – in

that place they can never quite scratch.

They fall forward, unexpectedly tumbling

face first into the lake, gulping a mouthful

of sulfur and ash upon impact,

white coals and soot as black as a smokestack

filling all the crevices of their face.

They flounder silently in the flames

as the engine flickers to life

and moves the vessel forward,

leaving only loveless waves

lapping at their screaming soul.