Blood,
fire,
grief,
I did this for you.
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
Blood,
fire,
grief,
I did this for you.
It was
when I was
dust
that
I was
given the
embrace of life,
so I cry
into the wind,
“I can
scarcely
wait
to be
dust again.”
Your fingers
are flowing heat,
and I smile
as I wince,
when
the flames
rise
to lick
the back
of my neck
The thing
about being
tested
by fire
is that
you walk out
with ashes
at your feet
and flames
at your fingertips
But how
can you
put fire
in my veins
and tell me
you don’t like
the smell
of smoke?
Unmerited love
and joy unforeseen,
in the glow of your fire,
my soul is evergreen.
As I think about you,
it takes
less and less oil
to light myself
on fire.