If a man purge himself

There’s a life to be left behind, but it’s a grey life that cannot hold the fire, so the fire’s burning it off. Refinement is so close to hurt. We cry out in pain. Stripping off every last reminder of a deadly past. Coming into a future unknown, but full of promise. The old existence wants to cross into the new but at the last threshold finds that it can’t. Everything that was life to him is without a foothold. What he dreads is staring him in the face. So he caves, and reveals a new man; unencumbered; born for the kingdom. His face, lit up to the sun, has no shade of turning. Now life is his at last.