Ashes of paper, ashes of a world
Wandering, when fire is done:
We argue with the drops of rain!
Until One comes Who walks unseen
Even in elements we have destroyed.
Deeper than any nerve
He enters flesh and bone.
Planting His truth, He puts our
Air, earth and rain rework the frame that fire has ruined.
What was dead is waiting for His Flame.
Sparks of His Spirit spend their seeds & hide
To grow like irises, born before summertime.
God is a consuming Fire.
He alone can refine us like gold,
and separate us from the slag
and dross of our selfish individualities
to fuse us into this wholeness of
perfect unity that will reflect His own
Triune life forever.
Lord God of this great night: do You see the woods?
Do you hear the rumor of their loneliness?
Do you behold their secrecy?
Do you remember their solitudes?
Do you see that my soul is beginning to melt like wax within me?
My Heart's Love
Bursts with hay and flowers.
I am a lake of blue air
In which my own appointed place
Field and valley
Make ready for the Face
that speaks like lightning,
uttering the new name of your exultation
Deep in the vitals of your soul.
Make ready for the Christ, whose
smile, like lightning,
sets free the song of everlasting glory
That now sleeps in your paper flesh,