Curse the Flames

When the hills blaze and ashes fall mocking the snow. When the city gaspes at the ruby beast lashing and licking at its homes and towers. When the soot-filled mucus ingulfs my mouth. When I can still feel the heat just like a fever. When the intense murderous thunder collapses a home. When the infesting natural element of the earth bleeds a family red. I curse the flames. When my sweat streaked and soot smeared arms carries a wide eyed child. When a wife weeps at the bedside thanking God for her husbands life. When a blasting siren signifies Rescue rather than need. When the crackle of flames is put to rest. I no longer curse the flames, I thank God for the blessing.