There’s something about fire
Holy Spirit’s fabulous attire.
Flames flickering hither and yon.
There’s something about fire.
Familiar to us all,
Yet formidable, indomitable.
Evoking danger, invoking desire.
There’s something about fire.
It warms our frames and cooks our food,
Fuels tall tales as we gather around it, mesmerized, hypnotized.
It purges forest floors, – the ultimate purifier.
Freeing seeds that wouldn’t otherwise crack from their pods,
New life to acquire.
There’s something about fire.
And at life’s end, to watch a pyre,
Licking flames flying higher, higher,
Like the crescendo of a choir.
There’s just something about fire.