Dancing in the Flames

You can not escape the fire,
its tendrils reaching for you
no matter where you hide.

No matter where you run,
they pursue you,
a rabid lover, never content,

never satisfied until you are consumed
by its presence.
And so, you do not flee.

You open your arms
and dance in the flames until your ashes fly away
like dandelion seeds in the wind.

About this poem.

Two weeks ago was Pentecost in the church calendar. My life is filled with love. My work has taken on a new vitality and excitement as I pursue different takes on what I have done for thirty years. The change of season here in Vermont is glorious. My bible reading today was from the book of Daniel.

Anyone of these things is a fire in my heart. Together, they are a conflagration… and a poem.

The picture was taken at Monumental Chapel at Virginia Weslyan University.

Tom

Tom