Your fingers
are flowing heat,
and I smile
as I wince,
when
the flames
rise
to lick
the back
of my neck
Faith, Health, and Other Musings
May our minds flourish with creation, and may our hands never deny its expression.
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