Thursday, March 31, 2011


Cloudy gates open arms
so endless streams of light
can pour out their golden warmth,
purling, puddling and pooling,
to drown the chill of winter within fire.

Immersed in that glow,
so like the lighting of a lamp,
verily, my heart turns,
in complete surrender,
to be quenched within fire.

Consumed in Your flames,
there is no diminution of light,
neither am I diminished or spent,
but rather luxuriate within You:
fire-matched, melded, magnified within Fire.

© 2011 by Elisabeth T. Eliassen

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