The matchstick …
Flies into the air
A tumbling,
twirling,
twisting
flame
Breathed out but gently from above
To whisper ‘come, do join my dance
A dance of beauty
light and hope
A dance of twosome
in one stroke.
Down
Down
Down it goes
To seek an answer to its quest.
A thundered whisper of
silent invitation to a gentle, fragmentary, momentary,
gloriously heady spin-around-the-room-with-me dance of tender warmth with me, never to forget of me that calls to you
‘Wake up and share my eye
To see the beauty that I espy.“
The hearth
I sit here safe in my cold furnace
Protective walls around my heart
Once stupid, soft and free for all
Now nestled in cold arms of shiel
Not true to say my feelings buried
Never to peek out the bars
But carefully positioned,
With softest love to family
And soft to proven friends
Most vulnerable still unto my Maker
Whose loving arms embrace my soul.
Yet it would be true to say
Embers of passions once hot now cold
Kept safely in check to keep out the pain
Not just for me, of course, for family.
It’s best to keep all ordered this way.
Don’t let them out
Those fickle feelings
Such trouble they have brought before.
And yet my Maker made me have them
Would have me yet enjoy them still
Promised to teach me in peace to tarry
With them complete in my soul
To learn how fruit of Spirit
May bring them life in bright new day
So when the firey dart does whisper
‘Wake up and share my eye
To see the beauty that I espy”
Let embers that were cold, grow warm
Let kindling feed the warm embrace.
Bring glow to warm forgotten hearth
Bring cautious steps into the dance
And do not fear the threat that lies more within than that without
‘Stead take those faltering steps forward
Know if you fall, you’ll be picked up
Do not lie in cold, dark walls
Where fears abound and keep you trapped
Warm heart and feet
To join the dance
To
tumble,
twirl
twist
and turn
For glowing embers seek to burn.
©Rosemary Purr 2021
Taliesine's World 