Through all cares into the fire.
Let the wind carry the ashes away.
Burn too your worries.
Let them become charred beyond
all recognition.
Let your heart be scorched.
And melt your soul.
This will be your baptism in flame.
Refined in the molten matter.
Let your flesh drip from the bone
and marrow.
All your yesterdays will surely
flow away.
With the crimson flow.
Be laid to rest within the pyre.
Put all cold embers to bed in your
grave.
They are all bitterness, loathing,
and retching.
Now swallowed are all the
brokenness.
(Scott David Buckley-18/04/2012)
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