ONE FLAME, THREE FACES

Spoken Word by Mikey — For the Eternal Mystery

One Flame.
Three Faces.
One Essence,
Three Mysteries.
Holy.
Ancient.
Indivisible.

One Flame
—The Unseen Origin—
The Father, infinite and unshaken,
The Mind behind galaxies,
The Silence behind sound,
The Will that willed will itself into being.

One Flame
—The Word made flesh—
Christ, the Echo that walked among us,
The I AM draped in bone and breath,
The Breaking of Dawn in a cradle.
He spoke,
And atoms obeyed.
He died,
And death choked on eternity.

One Flame
—The Holy Breath—
Moving over the chaos of creation,
The Wind that whispered to prophets,
The Fire that set altars ablaze,
The Comforter who now clothes us
In flames that do not consume—
But reveal.

They are not three gods.
It is not confusion.
It is not contradiction.
It is the dance of unity.
The divine circle of origin, expression, and presence.
One heart with three beats.
One bonfire of love split like tongues on Pentecost.

The Father above all.
The Son through all.
The Spirit in all.

Not a hierarchy.
Not a ladder.
A harmony.
A flame that burns with one will—
To redeem, restore, and reign.

This is not myth.
This is not metaphor.
This is the truth behind the veil.
One Flame, Three Faces.
One God. Forever burning.

Location: Dallas, TX, USA

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