Karen - ChattanoogaWhat is it in life that must be burned away.
Held so tightly to the ground that the only way to free up the earth for new growth is to scourge what is above.
When life burned away my hope I did not die -
I climbed to find the source - I sought out the what and why of my grief and loss.
Where did this flame start that cut so neatly into my well tended field of life.
Ah -
and what I found -
what sages have suggested from the start
The source of the flame was love.
Had love not found me the field would never have been planted
Had love not found me the flame would never have been able to reap its harvest
Had love not found me I would not have sought out the source of that flame
to look blinded by light into the face of love - of Gd and weep.
What will the field grow - new shoots come forth - some have already gone the way of the sickle.
Come love - I see your face more clearly now for having endured the flame
Come love - I know you are not the well ordered candles
Come love - I know you leap for life not joy or sorrow
Come love - be in y breast that I might live within you always.
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