Volcano
The volcano sets the fire calmly
forsaken in the loneliness of time.
Seething, the hot flames lie quiet
swirling until the day it ruptures
and explodes, the fire spreading
to cover the mountain.
This day is not as a day of anger
but of the divine unleashed carrying
us forward as the flames define our
path. I am not lost only feeling the
heat from this unspoken fire.
For I am fragile and the volcano's
power is all consuming.
Copyright © Julie Heckman | Year Posted 2014
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