Beneath Love’s Flame — a poem
Nov 2 · 1 min read
Under the hot griddle of
Love’s flame, I was roasted,
Died and burnt again,
The sun it came and
Scorched my earth, the debris
Detritus from birth,
A karmic residue of time’s
Long life, an inheritance from
Ancestors‘ direst plight
A gift, a perpetuated pain
Things we should never see again,
But back and back they went
Until our burning, heaven sent,
Took us down to bone and soul.


