Wednesday, December 16, 2009

A Poem

This anger
Fires within me
It wants to burn it all down
But I know the fire’s for refining

Sacred places, flaming tongues, holy ground

Burn up the fear, the lack of living
Burn it till I am
Filled with light
Re-made and giving

(Image by Miranda Hassett)

2 comments:

  1. I admire your brevity - you cover a multitude of sins in a few succinct phrases. It's good that you seek the light...

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