Sunday, December 17, 2006

Come new - come again



Fire Draw

You cannot give our fire but a glance,
or walk right by with never a chance
to be one with it and know its heart,
of which death and birth both take part

Huddle close for warmth or skying,
embers pulse with endless dreaming –
gone those discarded writs of sorrow,
smoky prayer for joy tomorrow.

Far the mountain of bright yearning,
forgotten more the sea left churning.
Claim the now by fire’s entrancing –
be one with all who fuel its burning.

Join the campfire of Gypsy haven,
sense the presence of nighttime Raven;
share food and drink and storied wonder,
growing, learning from one another.


faucon

3 Comments:

At 7:37 AM, Blogger Vi Jones said...

There is nothing quite so special, is there, that to be seated around a campfire, or in front of the hearth, which is, you know, the heart of the home.

 
At 12:18 AM, Blogger Lois said...

Vi I think any flame ,eminating and lit by wood with its smell is always captivating....but alas this now contributes to global warming so another pleasure is lost to those of us " Who can Remember" ...so we must look to the artificial gas flame without the aroma....Woe is me...
Lois(muse of the sea) 21.12.06

 
At 5:58 PM, Blogger Imogen Crest said...

Good reading.

 

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