As fire is to the sun
As I gazed at the flames of the fire
I traced the lick of its tongue in desire
Not unlike a flowers feeble attempt
To unfold its heart and drink in the light
Yet sometimes the fire has failed to warm
The glacier deep in the soul of my storm
Where loneliness breathes its icy intent
In undying, shivering whispers
In winter the fire still reaches my face
From unthinkable distance, inconceivable place
A weakened caress, bereft of intensity
Of love that burns and hurts me.
I realize the power of the fire hasn’t changed
Though distance from it has increased the range
At which I can touch and taste all its love
Safe from its burning, from burning me up
As fire is to the sun in its strength
My heart is an echo of immeasurable length
Come down from Divine, its image to bear
In my spirit, though its weight casts me down
In times when the first drops of dew feed the flower
And unclouded days whisper hints of the power
To come from the fire as summer approaches
I shrink from the thought, yet long for it also.
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