Into A Fire I Built

Into A Fire I Built

Into a fire I built, I fell.
Had I not found a flowering branch
caught in the trembling red of flame,
I might have dropped eternally.
So like the branch a dove once brought,
in hint of land, to Noah's boat.
Tranquility seemed fine enough.
I fell into a fire, and yet,
no burns occurred, I was not hurt.
Forgiveness lay safe in the flowers.
The bough that found its way through fire,
meant it was useless to complain,
about the rage of broken things.
So I stepped out and looked for miles.
I saw that faces hoped to smile,
but sometimes life would intervene
in lightning strikes that burned frail beings.
I flung my hands out, freed my sight,
from stifled dreams and great regrets.
I watched the ways of mourning doves.
and grasped the fortitude of birds.

Reviews

[cest la vie]

Lovely writing..
your words lay so perfect on the page..amazing Phibby!!

[James K. Blaylock]

Truly masterful! I adore your last few lines wholly. Be blessed!

jkb