Playing With Fire
Fire does seem to be
Nature’s Remedy
for much it deems
out of control:
Cleaning the forest
of weeds
with human
encroachment;
as God prospers
His Germs—making
ready for kindling
the multitude of
discarded souls….
I light a match…
watch it burn...
feeling a small
god of sorts;
entranced by
its beauty
and the power
of flame--
wondering where
one starts
and the other begins
or if, perhaps, all
is circular, and smoke
and ashes the surface
of well-rounded green?
Ouch! There must be
a better way….
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