Fire Proofing

The proofing is not inside, as all that burns to ash
And the standing there, convinced of not, in the furnace, but a flash
Covered by material, external to myself
Borrowed oversimplifies the nature of it's health
I'm reminded of a story that took place long ago
3 men that would not let go
I smile at the guard as he ushers us inside
He stops me for the smile, curious as to why
I point inside the furnace, to a figure without burn
Smiling back at me, as I come to take my turn
"I really have to go now, He's waiting for me there."
The guard cannot make words now, he can only stare
I pat him on the shoulder and head up to the door
The guard can finally speak again, and asks, "who are you moving towards?"
"Tis the Word and you can read about Him, my covering, my proof
And know that I forgive you friend," I say, and pass beneath this roof

-Calvin "Cheese Grits" Yerke