Sunday, September 20, 2015

Let it burn.



"Oft hope is born when all is forelorn." 
J.R.R. Tolkein.


All around is darkness.
My limbs are alight.
My heart is ablaze.

Let it burn.

All who care gone or lost,
My plans are powdered dust.
Our prayers lie ash to the wind.

Let it burn.

All I can are smoke signals.
My pain billows far.
Your hurt crackles embers.

Let it burn.

All around is scorched.
My earth is grey and black.
Their life is grey and black.

Let it burn.

All around is crooked desolation.
All life appears charred..
All gives room to despair.

Let it lie.
Let it lie.

Fear not despond.
Fear not despond.
Fear not despond.

Let it burn.

You are the fireworker.




How fire can restore a forest.



For Susan.










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