Why me? — she asks
The flame we carry within –
that spark of Passion’s intent
that barely flickers with our vanity,
for it cannot be extinguished by any will;
hold it high, not close — not hid away.
I know that it is not a cross that I must shoulder,
but a lantern to be carried in firm hand and heart.
As Diogenes sought truth in shadows of humanity,
and Albinus fueled the lamp of knowledge and order,
and Mother Theresa carried a flame behind her eyes,
so shall I find a lantern of protected flame to share.
What then?
Is it possible I am this to be;
to drop the shuttered casings, –
and let the light shine through
and burn ever so brightly,
until consumed
and pass the
torch
on?
It is true that Passion’s intent cannot be extinquished no matter what happens. And like you I do not find passion a cross but rather, something resembling a water jar that I carry, with ease, upon my head.
Heather Blakey
September 4, 2006 at 9:21 am
As the song says, “It only takes a spark to get a fire going, and soon all those around can warm up to it’s glowing…”
Flame on!
kvwordsmith
March 24, 2008 at 8:10 pm