S’mores Anyone?

During my morning prayers, the image came to mind....

The fire, tremendous.
   The gathered, pitching coals.
      The emissaries, collecting friends, fuel. 
         The emotions, intense as the fire.
      The hills, growing ever-higher on all sides.
   The throngs, covering pitch-dark hills, casting ever-increasing coal.
The fire, colossal, exalting itself above the expanding darkness.

And the voice spoke: 
Know they not that at my command, the wind shall turn, and they shall all be consumed?

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