Who created fire
to cleanse all desire
too hot to handle
man’s desire
to rule in God’s place?
Bound by stones
of hardened hearts
contained fire warms the hearth
where love and safety glow
amidst the deepest dark.
Fire un-contained
destroys every tree
on hillsides, across plains;
sends smoke signals
beyond borders once claimed
by nations no longer constrained
in their wanton use of power
growing by the hour
which drains the very soul
of Earth’s sanctity and place
within the universe of grace.
Fire knows its place,
its power to cleanse
over-rated mankind’s
history of disgrace.
Man’s invention? I think not.
We simply forgot
we only placed stones to hold its power,
and soon kicked them aside
to save our wounded pride.
History knows the place of fire.
It can hold what is too hot handle
across memory and time.
History turn to ash
when we burn it to save the party line;
a line crossed by the fire of ire’s lies
burning too hot
to save people and nations.
Hot enough to restore creation
before man destroyed
his only chance at participation?
NOVEMBER 8, 2022
Fear is funny that way.
Sometimes it runs hot.
Sometimes it runs cold.
Sometimes it sits and cries.
Sometimes it runs and hides
inside the mouth
under the tongue
where it is held hostage,
until it bursts forth in words
which ride on unleashed breath
in gasps and gulps
but flying free across the breach
to land on other tongues
younger, stronger, more free
to speak the truth
from mouths opened wide
whose words turn into votes
that set aside liars and their lies.
Then fear, finally, subsides.
Then words can move forward
to cool the earth,
to warm the hearth,
to fill us once again
with pride.
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